None of the boys listened to her cries. She was, after all, an easy lay.
They felt they could do whatever they wanted to do to her. They pushed her skirt up her legs and then ripped her panties down. "No," she screamed, snapping her thighs together.
But she felt a strong hand pressing between her thighs, spreading her apart so that her
pussy lips were revealed. She couldn't see what was happening. There was someone rubbing his crotch against her face.
She could actually feel the boy's erection through the fabric of his pants.
Even as she struggled she could feel the broad head of a cock pressing against her cunt lips. She could feel the cock head spreading her open, forcing itself into her body.
Her tears were no good. They were being wiped away by the pants of the boy who was in the process of forcing her to blow him. No one cared about the tears of an easy lay.
CHAPTER ONE
Wendy rubbed her palms lightly against the soft fabric of her skirt. Then she looked around, hoping that no one was noticing her nervousness, certain that the entire world could read her mind.
She was standing near the handball court in the schoolyard. The students were filing past hep. Some of them were congregating around the waiting bus while others stood in masses rather than lines waiting for the bus that went in the other direction.
But, most of the students were just beginning to walk along familiar routes that would take them home. Wendy adjusted her bag on her shoulder. It was filled with her books and it was heavy. She could have slung it across the other shoulder, but that wouldn't have been ladylike.
She was always aware that certain things were ladylike and other things were not.
"And is this ladylike?" she asked herself, thinking of her present situation.
"Hi." There was no more time for self-interrogation on the girl's part. She turned and saw that Daniel was standing behind her. He was smiling a toothy grin.
She smiled back up at him, not showing any teeth for her own part. "Hi."
"I'm glad you waited for me," he said, walking at her side.
Once again she looked around the schoolyard. Was anyone looking at her? Was she very obvious? She felt as if she was standing out like a sore thumb. Here she was, walking with a boy.
For any other sixteen-year-old girl in the town that would have been nothing. Most of the other girls Wendy's age had been dating boys for years by that time.
In fact, Wendy was often giggled about by the other kids in school. She was the girl whose dresses were a little longer than everyone else's. She was the girl who wore her hair just a little bit out of style. She was the girl who still didn't wear any make up even though she was sixteen.
And yet, if the other girls in school did giggle and say mean things about Wendy, it was with a note, a very definite note of jealousy. She was, after all, quite beautiful.
She was also the girl who had one of the most perfect bodies of any girl in the school. She was not the first girl to get large breasts, but hers never became unwieldy and ungainly. Her breasts became full just as she lost the baby fat around her waist. Her hips were curved just right and her ass came out in a gorgeously full, though not flabby, roundness.
Even in the plain skirts and blouses she always wore to school everyone knew how beautiful she was.
Daniel hadn't been the first boy in her high school years to ask her out on a date. There had been others before him and they had all received the same answer. Her father did not permit such things as dates. He did not approve of having his daughter unescorted with a young man.
And that was all there was to it. At least that was all there had been to it until Daniel came along. When he asked her out the girl felt a thrill rushing through her. She had dreamed about Daniel for some time by then. He was the captain of the school track team and often, when she had left school in the afternoon, she would walk slowly by the part of the schoolyard that was partitioned off for the sports teams to practice.
Her eyes would settle on Daniel, a line of perspiration down the middle of his back that was making his shirt stick to him. She saw the hard, well-muscled legs, the handsome face and the tousled hair.
And then, late at night when she would have those visions, those fantasies that she seemed unable to control, she would often think of Daniel. She longed to see him naked, to touch him.
But, this secret longing was locked away. She expected that she would never fulfill such a thing, that she would never know such a thing. Her father had raised her to be a good girl, to remain pure and virginal until her marriage. And so she would be.
What did it matter if she felt torn apart each night in the darkness of her bedroom when she would feel the longing sensations that would creep into her delicate, virgin slit? What did it matter that she was frightened and confused by the unsatisfied desires that filled her to the brim?
And so, when Daniel asked her out, she started to stammer, "My father doesn't let...."
Before she finished she realized that the boy's limpid blue eyes were looking deep into hers and she couldn't finish. He sighed and finished the thought for her. "Yeah. I know about your old man not letting you go out with boys. But, I was hoping...."
Wendy's heart was leaping up! For any other schoolgirl it would have been a moment of joy, a moment of great delight. She was hearing the boy of her dreams telling her that he had been hoping for a chance to be with her. And yet, for Wendy, it was a moment when she was torn.
"I...uh....." She looked around the hallway of the school to see if anyone was watching her and then she said, "If you want to walk after school, we could...."
It seemed like a meager offer, but the boy grinned his winning grin. "Yeah," he said, nodding his head. "That would be swell. I'll meet you by the handball court."
She wanted to cry out. She hadn't meant that afternoon. She wanted it to be special. It was, after all, to be her first date with a boy. What did it matter that it was in the afternoon and that it had to be a secret from her father that she had even considered this a date? She wanted to be dressed nicely. She wanted to make the day special.
But, this was the day. Daniel was at her side and he kept on glancing at her.
The number of other students who were walking along was beginning to thin out.
Daniel and Wendy crossed the large boulevard that ran along the side of the schoolyard and then they were heading into the residential part of town, the side of town where both of them lived. "Would you like to walk through the park?" he asked the girl.
"The park?" she said. She was so inexperienced with dealing with boys that she was nervous in spite of the seemingly innocent situation in which she found herself. It was threatening and exciting to her.
"Come on," he said, taking her book bag from her shoulder and tossing it over his shoulder along with the one he was carrying. He made a left turn at the next corner.
"Well, this isn't the most direct way home," she said, looking around, wondering if anyone saw her.
"Oh, what does that matter? A few minutes one way or...." He took her hand.
She pulled her hand away from his and said, "If someone sees and tells my father...."
They walked the following block in silence.
"You don't have many friends do you?"
Wendy shrugged her shoulders. "You're very popular in school, aren't you?"
"I'm involved with a lot of things. That's what it comes down to."
He was walking closer to her in spite of the fact that he wasn't holding her hand. Then the two of them walked into the park. It was a small park, but quite thick with foliage. As they entered the park there were some younger boys playing softball on a diamond.
But the two of them passed the younger boys in silence. "So, tell me about your interests."
"My interests?" the girl said, startled by the boy's sudden inquiry.
"You must have some interests. What keeps you busy? Do you collect stamps? Do you collect butterflies? Do you read? What do you like to read about if you do?"
She giggled nervously and shrugged her shoulders. She also felt heat right around her collar. Her face was flushing. This first date, which wasn't even a date, seemed disastrous. But, oh, she wanted to be close to Daniel! She wanted this to succeed! She longed to have it work out.
How could it work out when she wasn't even permitted to date boys? She wasn't sure. All she really knew was that when she looked at Daniel's handsome face she wanted to be close to him.
"What are your interests?" she asked, trying to save the day.
He grinned, this time not showing any teeth. "Girls. That's what I think about a lot."
She giggled again. The real reason for her giggling was that she thought a lot about boys, that her interest was boys. But, she didn't want to reveal that to the handsome youth next to her. She would sooner have crawled into a hole than let him know the way she longed for him in her bed at night.
And yet, he-was an astute boy for one so young. There was a great deal that he already understood without the girl having to explain it to him. He could tell by the way that she looked at him that she was thinking about him, that she was curious about what was inside his pants.
She wasn't even aware of the path they were taking into the park. The two of them walked over a little stone bridge that ran over a grass filled ditch which had once been a stream before it dried up.
"Come on," he said as they walked off the other side of the bridge and he doubled back into the ditch. He had her books so Wendy was obliged to follow.
"I just want to sit down for a minute. Your books are heavy."
He leaned his back against the side of the bridge and the girl said, "Oh, I'll carry my own books."
Laughing a little, the boy patted the spot next to him and said, "Let's talk."
Slowly she sat near him. She was not exactly right next to him. "Are you scared of me?"
"Scared?" she asked, knowing that the answer was yes.
"Never mind." The boy didn't want a reply to that question.
"So," she said, trying to sound casual, trying a little too hard. "You think about girls a lot."
"I've thought about you a lot," he said, looking right into her eyes. "You're beautiful."
If resistance is an ice cube of cold response then it can safely be said that Wendy's resistance proceeded to melt as soon as she heard those words. She was drawn closer to the boy.
There were times when the girl would look into the mirror and realize that she was beautiful. It seemed to be a fact that was undeniable. And yet, most of the time she would look in the mirror and see a girl who was unpopular in school, a girl who was a social outcast.
If she had been raised any other way, if she had been permitted to date at an age when the other girls in school were dating, then she would have heard other boys tell her that she was beautiful. She would have come to believe it since it was the truth.
But, now, at the age of sixteen, hearing the words for the first time she felt a sense of gratitude toward the boy. Daniel didn't realize it but by that simple pronouncement he could have whatever he wanted from the luscious young girl. He reached, at that moment, only for her hand which she gave to him willingly. He was almost surprised by the lack of resistance.
"You never went on a date with a boy?" he asked her, his eyes still looking into hers.
She shook her head. "Not until this one." After the girl said that the boy was about to correct her. He was about to tell her that this wasn't a date. It wasn't held at night. He wasn't spending any money on her. But, he held back saying that to her.
If she thought this was a date that was so much better for him. He wouldn't have to spend money on her.
Then, his eyes gazing into hers as if he were asking her permission, he moved his face toward hers and she did not draw back. She grew a little bit tense, but did not draw away.
His lips pressed against her lips and she felt herself being pushed back. He reached around and pressed his hand against the back of her head, holding her in place so that he wasn't simply pushing her backwards into a prone position. She leaned back against his hand.
And as he kissed her his body came closer to hers than any body had ever been to hers.
His hard young chest pressed against the beautifully budding breasts which were confined inside her bra and her sweater. One of his legs was rubbing against the side of one of hers.
Then when he realized how responsive she was to him, the way she was yielding to him, he grew bolder. He pushed her onto her back and then he was on top of her. She could feel the mossy earth beneath her and she could feel the hard, muscular body of the boy on top of her.
When he pushed her all the way back onto the ground he felt the tension that suddenly erupted inside her body. But that tension was soon eased up. The heat of her body, the passion that she felt, took precedence over the fear, helped to overshadow it.
It was the fact that her passion was so unsatisfied, that in all those years she had not gathered any subject matter for her nightly masturbatory fantasies, that made her so willing to compromise her purity there under the bridge in the park.
Daniel, for his part, was stunned. He had longed for this girl. He had jerked off thinking about what she would look like naked, what she would feel like next to him. But he surely hadn't expected to make so much progress right there in the park in the afternoon.
He had hoped to take her for a walk and to find out how he could get to her, to find out how they might find a way to foil her father and see each other. He figured that for a girl who wasn't experienced it would take some time to work his way up to sex.
But, he was startled by the girl's responses. She was hot for it. There was no denying that.
His tongue moved from side to side along the girl's lips, urging her to part them and permit him entry. She didn't understand at first what he wanted. When she relaxed her lips a little bit she felt his tongue intruding in between.
This startled her and yet she soon turned on to the idea. She permitted his tongue to push between her teeth and then she felt the tip of his mouth muscle searching for her tongue.
His tongue pushed hers down in her mouth and then she slipped her tongue free of his and jabbed forward with her tongue until he jabbed forward with his. Their mouths were moving together like two living sea creatures that were doing strange battle.
And, as the kissing" continued, his hands started to move on her body. He moved his body along her bare arms. It was a warm Indian Summer day and she was wearing a thin pull-over sweater that had short sleeves. He felt the cool, white flesh of her arms.
Then he put his hands down at the bottom of the sweater and started to reach his hands slowly inside the fabric. He could feel the tension that hit the girl immediately, but then he could feel the relaxation that immediately followed the first jolt of tension.
She wanted it. He could sense that. Daniel used the word lucky as he thought about his circumstance. He was of that age when he considered girls to be conquests. He was conquering a lot more territory than he had expected to get this afternoon with Wendy.
At that point he decided that he was going to move right ahead, all the way ahead to try to have sex with her. Perhaps he would fail, but he would at least try.
And so he tensed up his body and pressed his crotch harder against her body. His legs and arms grew rigid as he ground his hard dick into her body. She could feel the outline of the cock. It was the first time she had ever felt anything like that.
"Come on. What's the matter with you?
Relax," the boy whispered into the girl's left ear.
Daniel was smart, very smart. He knew just how the girl was feeling - confused. And he knew that by making her feel that- her responses were wrong, that her tensions were wrong, he was helping to get her more confused. She would be more malleable in his hands.
"I...I'm trying...." She softly whispered that into his ear in response.
He started to plant kisses on her neck and her cheeks. Meanwhile he was humping her. He was grinding his hips in one direction and then in the other. First he moved from side to side and then he started to rub up and down against her body.
Massaging his prick in that way sent chills of pleasure up through his body.
He wasn't going to be easily thwarted at that point. His tongue returned to her lips. This time it did not take too much insistent pressure to get her to open her mouth. He managed to shove his tongue forward into her mouth and then his tongue was playing with her tongue.
Meanwhile his hand was under her sweater. He could feel the heat and the smooth softness of her belly. He slid his hand up slowly toward her breasts and then he cupped them, one at a time, and massaged the tender flesh that was locked away inside the confining fabric.
He was astonished. Any other girl, any girl who had a little bit of experience with boys, would have fought him off at that point. The girl would have at least put up a little struggle, just enough of a struggle to indicate that she was a good girl and that she was not being a slut. But, frankly, Wendy didn't know enough to respond in that way.
Once he was fondling her breasts, the boy knew that he could actually get all the way with the girl. It would take a little bit of effort. He wondered how he would get her clothes off her.
"Let's be comfortable," he said, pushing her sweater up to her armpits.
"Wh-what do you mean?" she asked, tensing up worse than ever.
He had to handle it gingerly. He had to bring her over this hurdle. He kept on planting kisses all over her face. "You're so beautiful, so very beautiful. I want to look at you."
"Look?" She spoke the word as if it were a foreign language for her.
"Let me look at you....let me look at all of you," he said as he pulled her sweater up to her arms, letting her know what he meant by that line.
She didn't fight him. She even helped him when he pulled the sweater along her arms. Then she was lying back on the grass in her skirt and her bra. Merely having a boy seeing her in her bra was such a shocking thing, such a drastic thing, she could hardly believe it was happening.
And yet, it was such an exciting thing for her that she could feel the heat in her body steaming over.
He reached for the zipper at the side of her skirt and started to open it. At the same time she reached up, innocently, full of curiosity, and she slowly started to unbutton the boy's shirt. She opened one button at a time and he smiled to himself.
"I'll get to look at you and you'll get to look at me," he whispered.
"You wouldn't tell my father?" It was a stupid thing to say. Of course the boy wouldn't tell her father. She realized that as soon as she had spoken the words. And yet, it was the thought that was on her mind. She couldn't remember the last time she had done something of which her father would have disapproved. She shuddered now because of what she was doing.
He was peeling down her skirt and she was pushing his shirt down his arms.
The girl's panties were plain and white. Her bra was also plain and white. There weren't any frills on it at all. That embarrassed her. She had seen the other girls in her gym class and she was humiliated by the fact that her parents made her wear the plainest underclothes.
But, Daniel seemed to be enjoying the sight of the partially clad girl. He seemed to enjoy it enough so that he didn't mind at all that her panties and bra weren't as fancy as many of the others he had touched or seen on high school girls. Her willingness and the flesh that was locked inside the panties and the bra were enough for him.
Just as he was about to slam his body back down on her, she reached up for his belt. She started fumbling with the boy's belt and he grinned, showing his teeth. She was struggling to get his pants open. The erection was showing down his right pants leg.
He gently moved her hands away from his belt and moved her fingers down to the growing lump in the front of his pants. Then he opened the pants as she moved her fingers lightly, with a feathery touch, over the hard lump of flesh inside his fly.
Then the boy worked his pants down. It was a bit of an effort since his muscular legs filled out the thighs of the pants very tightly. But, he managed to get the pants off and he kicked off his sneakers as he pulled them over his feet.
By that time he was dressed in nothing but his underclothes, his white jockey shorts and his white tee shirt. The two of them looked absolutely angelic, their bodies trim and youthful and all their underclothes in white.
Now the girl could really feel the erection that was barely hidden inside the undershorts.
The boy was interested in the progress he was making. He was reaching around and opening up her bra. Her beautifully formed breasts were revealed. For a moment he paused and just looked at them. This was surely the kind of sight that a teenaged boy wanted to memorize, wanted to keep in his mind's eye for those quiet moments of masturbating alone.
Now his fingers made contact with the tits, Now he took each one of them between one thumb and one forefinger and he rubbed up and down, pulling at the delicate flesh.
He could feel the response of her tits. He could tell that the flesh was getting harder, getting erect, growing larger. Her tits were expanding. The boy was delighted, the girl surprised.
She had never even realized that her tits were an erotic spot. She only frigged her pussy late at night and she had never reached up and played with her nipples. She didn't know that her nipples would grow erect under her touch. And now that it was happening she could feel the passion that was rushing down to the depths of her pussy slit.
The girl was practically out of breath. She found herself pushing her hips up at the boy. She was now grinding herself up against his body. He almost, chuckled in response to that.
She was hot for it! Oh, boy! Was she ever hot for it!
He reached down and slid his fingers into the clinging elastic waistband of her panties. Then he ran the tips of his fingers along her pussy patch. He could feel the wispy hairs that lightly fringed the lips of her cunt. Then he could feel the cunt lips themselves.
Only the tips of his fingers made delicate contact with the Virgin pussy slit.
But he could actually feel the moisture that had already oozed out onto the wrinkled flesh. He pulled and massaged at the delicate flesh.
As his fingers continued to play against the cunt meat, he was working her panties slowly down her well-rounded hips. Soon the panties were at her legs and he was helping her peel them down and take them off completely. Daniel was amazed. In all the time he had been scoring with girls he had never had an easier time of getting a girl completely naked.
And, if that hadn't been enough, once she was lying there without a stitch of clothing on, she reached for his tee shirt and started to peel it up, revealing his chest. He knew what she wanted. He took over from her and tugged the tee shirt over his head.
As he was doing that, she reached into the waistband of his jockey shorts and touched his bare cock.
She pulled her hand away from the cock as soon as she touched it.
"Hey," the boy said, having just taken off his undershirt. "What's the matter?"
Blushing a little bit, she said, "It's hot. I mean, to the touch it's...hot."
"Sure, it's hot," he said, reaching into his underpants and pulling his redheaded cock out of the top. He saw the girl's eyes light up as she looked at it.
He worked his underpants from his slim hips and down his legs. He was as naked as she was. With his fingers still lightly clutching his own prick, he smiled, "Come on. Touch yourself and then touch me. You'll see that we're both just as hot."
She touched herself and grinned sheepishly at him. This seemed so sinfully perverse and pleasurable! She was touching her own cunt lips right in front of the naked boy.
Who would have ever thought when she left for school that morning, innocent girl that she was, that she would end up frigging herself right in front of a boy before getting home that afternoon.
But, as this thought developed in her mind, she stopped herself. That wasn't all she was going to do with the boy and she knew it! She took her hand away from her own slit and moved it to the boy's hard dick. She stroked his cock. It was the same heat of her own body. It just seemed so much hotter when it was someone else's body she was touching.
After all, this was the first time she had even touched someone else's body. It was as hot as a stove.
She fingered his cock and never took her eyes from it.
"Kiss it," he whispered in a really soft voice. He hardly believed that he had said that to the girl. He never would have imagined telling her that an hour before. She was the quietest girl in class with a supposed reputation for being the purest girl as well.
Now he was naked with her and he was telling her to suck his cock. In fact, he was insisting. He pushed against her shoulders and softly repeated, "Kiss it. Just kiss the head of it."
She looked at him. Her eyes met his eyes. But, he pulled his eyes away from hers and pushed harder on her shoulder as he repeated, "Kiss it. You don't have to take it in your mouth or anything."
Licking her lips quickly, Wendy started to travel down the hard, youthful body. She brought her lips to one of the boy's nipples. He was too young to have any amount of hair on his chest, however he did have wispy hair around each of his nipples and a little down the middle of his chest.
So her tongue moved around and around one of the boy's nipples. She pressed her lips around it just as if she were a kitten that wished to suck for nourishment at the mother cat.
Her teeth grated lightly against the tender flesh and she could feel his nipple growing erect under that attention. She was thrilled to find that she was not the only human being who received a sexual thrill from having a nipple stimulated.
That was something she had learned just during this session and now finding the same excitement in the boy's body added to that. She was learning a great deal.
But, he pushed her away from his nipples and pushed her down. "You know what I want."
"I've never done anything like this be...." she began.
"I know that. I know that this is special for you." His fingers were playing gently in her fluffy blonde hair, but then he pushed her down again. She was facing his cock.
Her lips were pressed together and she pressed them lightly against the tip of the cock. Her lips made contact with the delicate flesh that was right below the piss slit.
And then she started to pull away from the cock. But, he pushed her at the back of the head and at the same time he pushed forward on his hips and slapped his prick against her face. She felt the wetness splashing on the side of her head. She felt some of the pre-cum that even splashed right on her eyelid. The boy pulled back and slapped again.
It was as if he was humping her right on the face and there was nothing she could do about it. At least, the part of her that wanted to protest, the part of her that wanted to maintain some degree of dignity and resistance, didn't know what to do in response to the boy.
And then there was a very big part of her that didn't want to protest.
"Use your tongue!" the boy commanded in a rasping whisper.
For only an instant the girl paused, trying to think of some protest. But, after that instant she thrust out her tongue. She brushed the tip of her tongue along the bottom of the cock, working it up to the piss slit and then wiping it over that hole.
She could feel the drop of moisture that oozed its way onto her tongue even before she could taste it. And then when she could taste it it seemed to have disappeared, coating her whole mouth with the richness of the male essence. She liked what she was doing.
And so, her lips moved apart and she wrapped them around the flared head of the cock. She started to suck on it, very hard, insistently pulling on the tender flesh as if she wanted to get even more of the juice out of the hard prong.
The boy started to work his hips back and forth. He was moving his hips in such a way that he was pushing his prick in and out of her hot orifice. She could feel the slight movements of the shaft against her throat. She could feel the hot flesh rubbing along her tongue and she could feel the mushroom head of the prong slapping against the back of her throat.
Each time it slapped she seemed to be getting more and more of the hard cock into her mouth. But, then her throat muscles would spring together and push the cock back out of her throat. The boy could feel the sensitive massaging that the responding throat muscles create against the very tip of the cock. He could also feel the movement of the girl's anxious tongue.
He was astonished that this innocent virgin had managed to take the full length of his cock all the way into her throat on the first try. The boy really started to fuck her face.
Even though she was a virgin, he started to treat her like a whore.
His balls slapped against her chin. His pubic patch was grinding right against her nose. Each time she inhaled she could smell the sweat of the track practice he had just been through, the practice he hadn't showered after! It was thick and rich in his pubes.
She inhaled and sighed. The knowledge of that smell was something she had longed for, for a very long time. The boy could tell that she liked what she was doing. She wouldn't have been so attentive otherwise. She was fondling his balls in their sacs, tickling them, pulling on them, and she was working her tongue from side to side along the bottom of the cock.
The boy knew that she was urging his cum out of his balls, but he wasn't going to give it to her throat. He had other plans for this load and his interest centered at her virginity.
He climbed on top of her and he pressed his dick right up against her pussy lips. He pushed forward and he could feel the outer lips of her cunt being spread wide open.
Then the moist flesh of the pussy lips wrapped right around the head of his cock. He felt as if his cock head was being outlined in a wax mold. He worked his dick from side to side, pressing the hard flesh against one wall and then the other.
And then he pushed it directly forward and he could feel the tightly clinging interior lips of the cunt pushing apart before the viciously thrusting attack.
The girl felt herself being spread open for the first time in her life.
She tried to relax back on the slope of the grass. She felt the boy pushing her legs up in the air. Then her knees moved down to rest on either side of her two breasts.
He had her in a very spread open position. His cock head had already disappeared inside the steaming hot lips of the cunt. Now it was just a matter of getting really inside of her.
As he pushed forward and felt the interior lips of her cunt opening, he could feel the excitement that suffused her body. At the same time as he was most aware of the spreading of those hot and wet lips, she was feeling the more subtle response in her body.
The girl could feel her clitoris responding to the pressure from the invading cock. She arched her hips up just a little bit and the boy on top of her pulled her hips up at the same time. The head of the cock was pressing right up along the thin membrane that guarded the girl's virginity.
Their eyes met and parted, nervously. They both knew that the next bit of pressure exerted into her body would mean that her virginity would be lost forever!
The moment happened!
She felt the ripping! She felt a sting! She felt a burning sensation! Then there was a pulling sensation! Her whole body was being tugged inside out.
The flared head of the cock was pulling its way through the torn hymen and into the depths of the delicate flesh deep inside her cunt, the flesh that had never felt the touch of anything at all.
And the boy wasn't satisfied to stop until he had pushed all the way inside her cunt.
She felt the stuffed sensation. And then she felt the pulling sensation.
The girl was so aware, so strangely and painfully and wonderfully aware of the loss of her own virginity that she was lost to the sensations as they were happening.
Daniel was going at it just as he pleased. He started to move in and out of her. At first as he was doing it he was really pulling at the flesh of the hot sex tunnel.
But then there was more and more lubrication along the walls of the cunt.
He was really able to slide in and out and he could feel the smoothness of the motions. She could feel the smoothness of the friction. It was a wet friction and she could feel the friction growing more intense and wetter as it went along.
The walls of her cunt were growing thick with juice. They were like sponges that were wrapped around the hot tunnel, wrapping themselves around the thick dick that was moving in and out.
Because the faster and the harder the cock moved along the flesh of the cunt, the thicker and wetter the walls became. So, the fuck-tunnel was narrower than ever before and the boy really had to slam into it, had to slam really hard to get all the way inside.
And when he slammed so hard his balls slapped right up against the tender and soft flesh between her sweaty thighs. They were both nearing their explosions.
He was pushing so hard into her that the final tightening of her cunt walls occurred. Her pussy flesh wrapped itself around the thick cock and pulled as tight as it could.
The luscious girl gasped and the boy gasped even harder. He could feel his cock being tugged into her hole so quickly that he thought his balls were going to leap into her cunt as well. That was actually because his balls were pulling up against his body at the same time that her cunt was pulling around his shaft. There was a pulsating motion at the base of his cock which did not come from his balls although it seemed to him to have originated there.
It was the spunk that had been brewing back in his prostate, although the sperm cells had originally hatched in the sensitive testicles. The testicles were now bouncing and jiggling in their sacs.
And then the juice started to shoot out of him just at the instant when he could feel the moisture drooling down the inside of her cunt walls. He wrapped his arms around her and he could feel the perspiration that was seeping from every pore on his tensed body.
Nothing at all was moving. Their arms and legs and heads were perfectly still.
The only moving things were her cunt and his cock. His cock was still throbbing and pulsating, and her cunt, in response to that, was undulating and throbbing around his dick.
And the two of them were locked together for a long moment just like that.
The boy worked his dick out of her body. He pulled back slowly. There was a lewd plop when his cock was finally free. He squeezed her one more time and said, "You're beautiful."
But this time it didn't have the same affect on the girl who had been touched by similar words before. Now his words seemed to be telling her that she was a good sport, rather than complimenting her lovely looks. She tried to put her arms around him, but he pulled away. "We better get you dressed and home. We don't want you in trouble with your dad."
The magic was gone. The reference to her father had killed any remaining sexuality for the girl. Now she was filled with fear. She looked around her, suspicious of spies.
Quickly she fumbled into her clothes without looking at the boy. He was already dressed by the time she was finished. He picked up her book bag and handed it to her to carry herself.
"Listen," he said. "I'll walk you out of the park. After all, it is getting late. But, I don't want to be in any trouble with your dad, so how about if you walk the rest of the way home by yourself? Huh?" He grinned his winning, toothy grin at her as he spoke.
"Whatever you say." Her voice was soft and weak. Already, strangely, she sensed that she had been forsaken by this boy. She couldn't understand it. Where had the warmth gone?
Had it simply disappeared together with the spunk that shot out of his body during his orgasm? He crossed the street with her as they left the park and turned away quickly.
"I'll see you in school," he said, without looking back at the girl.
"Yeah. Sure." Even though she could feel the remains of his juice on her cunt lips she was already beginning to regret the decision she had made, the decision that seemed to have been made for her.
But, the bridge had been crossed. She was no longer a virgin. She could never turn back from there. She could never again be the perfect angel she had always been for her father.
CHAPTER TWO
Jill walked right through the schoolyard just after Wendy and Daniel had walked out together. She knew that there were people looking at her. There were always people looking at her.
At the age of sixteen, Jill had the reputation for being the school's easy lay.
But, she was also one of the most sought after girls. This wasn't a girl who was such a dog that she was willing to put out for anyone. This was a very special girl indeed.
Jill had been the girl with unwieldy tits when all the other girls in school had first started to develop. The reason her breasts seemed so much larger, aside from the age at which they first started to blossom, was that she wasn't a chunky girl. She was sensually slender. Her legs were long and lithe, although for years in early childhood she had been considered gawky.
It was strange that both Jill and Wendy had been ostracized from the company of other girls in school. They were both considered social outcasts.
Wendy was an outcast because she was so stifled in her social contacts. Jill had been an outcast because she felt different. First it had been her height and then it had been her big tits at such an early age. The boys were always making jokes about her.
Kids in school started to call her mean names, to taunt her. They taunted her in the same way that the boy with acne and the girl with glasses were taunted. Jill was taunted merely because children are mean. However, the taunting was sexual for the girl.
She was called "Knockers" by the boys and girls in class. That became a term of derision.
And the smutty talk was always about Jill.
If there was a dirty joke that required that the teller fill in someone's name, the name was always Jill.
At the same time, all the boys in school were having their first masturbatory fantasies about Jill. But that was little comfort to the girl. When she started to date boys she found out that all of them expected her to be a tramp. The stories had preceded her!
For a while she cried over this plight and then she decided that she was only making herself miserable. She decided that it was time for her to lash out at the world. In lashing out at the world she lashed at herself more than anyone else.
In other words, she wanted to do things for spite, and like most spiteful people she hurt herself more than she hurt anyone else. For spite, she became the local tramp. For spite, she became just what all the nasty gossips in the town accused her of being.
She could have fought back in another way. She could have remained so virtuous that the lie of their words would become apparent, but she wasn't given a chance for that.
The boys in the town who went out with her and were then thwarted were all too proud, too threatened, to turn around and admit to their friends that Jill hadn't put out for sex. So, her reputation became more and more colorful. She decided that she might as well get some pleasure out of that.
And so, in becoming the school's easy lay and the town's teenage tramp, Jill really started to believe fiercely in what she was doing. She longed for sex and she thought about sex just as if that were her only goal in life. There were times when she thought it was.
She made it a game for herself. She was no longer content to merely put out for the attractive boys who asked her to do so. She wanted to pursue one or two boys.
Walking around the far side of the schoolyard, Jill tossed her bag over her shoulder and walked jauntily, knowing that her breasts were jiggling. She was wearing a tight, red tee shirt without a bra beneath it. But, since she had been warned by the dean about allowing her nipples to be seen while in school, she was wearing a blouse over it. But the blouse was rolled up to her elbows and it had only one button closed and it was tied right under her breasts.
Besides, the white blouse over the red tee shirt often permitted the boys in school to see the nipples right through the fabric of the girl's clothing. She was wearing a patterned wrap-around skirt that she removed as she walked. Underneath the skirt she was wearing a pair of white shorts that matched the blouse.
She paused to stuff the skirt in her bag.
Then she really looked like something. Jill knew her finer points. She knew how to emphasized those better points. She showed off her long legs, which were now shapely and definitely not gawky. And she was showing off her tits, jiggling like two white bumpers on a red background as she walked. She looked particularly mature and elegant because of the high heel sandals she was wearing and her long, straight black hair.
The girl went around the far side of the schoolyard and then she was at the playing field and she was just in time to watch the football practice. She climbed up on the bleachers. She knew that when she climbed up on the bleachers and turned her back on the boys, that she was showing off the cheeks of her ass in the very tight, white shorts.
When she lifted her leg to take one step up, part of one ass cheek was revealed and all the boys could see the visible panty line that cut diagonally across the cheek of the tensed side of her ass.
Then she sat down and crossed her legs so that she could watch the practice.
As the coach walked by the wooden grandstand where she was sitting, he didn't even glance her way. He just said, "If you distract any of the boys I'll ban you from watching."
"Oh, but, Coach, look at what it does for their morale to have me...."
But, the man wasn't interested in chatting with her. He was disgusted that a girl in high school should be permitted to display herself like that. He blew his whistle and started drilling his boys in a very rigorous way. The girl watched most of it.
The times she wasn't watching the boys she was working on ways to get the boys to watch her. She would take out her compact and start fixing her lipstick, licking her lips until she knew that every last boy on that team had a boner in his jock, thinking about what her tongue would feel like on it.
But most of. her eye contact was made with one particular boy.
He was a new boy in school and she didn't know much about him. She knew that he had transferred in as a senior, which is unusual. And she had heard that he was really hot stuff on the football field. She kept giving him the eye. One time when he was on the other side of the field and he was looking right at her and the coach was definitely occupied elsewhere, she licked her lip and winked one eye. He smiled and pointed to himself, indicating that he was asking whether that look had been for him. She nodded her head and smiled.
He knew then that the look had been for him and he ran jauntily into the huddle again.
But, after that, he kept on glancing over at the girl. Each time she saw him looking her way, she nodded at him. She was saying "Yes" long before he had asked any question. Jill knew that there were certain unquestionable ways of coming on to a guy.
When she looked at him one time, he licked his upper lip and winked one eye at her. She laughed. He was copying her move. She pointed to herself, copying his move, in spite of the fact that there was no one else but her that his move could have been directed toward.
But, before he had a chance to finish the non-verbal communications, the coach screamed, "Hey, Kelly, how about paying attention to what's going on here? Huh?"
The boy turned quickly and became involved with the practice. But, in less than three minutes he fell and complained to the coach that he had hurt himself.
"That's what happens when you don't pay attention, Kelly! Now get to the showers."
The boy named Kelly hobbled in the direction of the locker room, moving toward the grandstand as soon as the coach had turned his back. He looked right at the girl and she slid off her seat, glancing over at the practicing players and moving quickly so no one would notice her disappearance.
Just as Kelly was ready to greet Jill at the side of the grandstand, she slid around underneath the wooden structure. The boy followed her inside there.
"Hi, my name is Eddie," the hulking boy with freckles said, offering his hand.
Jill wasn't used to shaking hands with boys. She took his hand and pulled it to her. "I'm Jill. I'm very well-known around this school, Eddie." Then she held onto his hand.
"I'd like to get to know you better, Jill," the boy said, looking up and down at her body.
She untied the bottom of her blouse and unbuttoned the one button as she leaned back and said, "What's wrong with now?" She reached for the boy and pulled him along with her.
He wasn't hesitant. He seemed almost philosophical and didn't register too much surprise when he said, "If that's what you'd like." He was pressing his grimy football uniform right up against the front of her white shorts and blouse.
She was leaning back against one of the wooden supports for the grandstand. The girl knew how to do it. This wasn't the first time she had ever done it there. There was grass underfoot. She took the boy's hand and she knelt down, urging him onto the ground as well. "That'll be easier," she said, lying on her back and making her whole body available to him.
He chuckled a little, saying, "I never did it in a football uniform before."
She laughed, but it was almost a derisive laugh, a sound that seemed to tell him that she considered his remark naive and simple, when in fact it was quite sincere.
The girl reached her long fingers down and started to unlace the football pants. That action indicated that she knew quite well how to have sex with a boy who was in a football uniform.
As the pants slid down from his hips, she quickly grasped the lump in the front of his jock strap. He was stunned by the girl's touch and his eyes went wide.
"You know what you want, don't you?" the boy asked, a cynical note in his voice.
"There's nothing wrong with knowing what you want, if you know what to do with it once you get it!" Jill said in a throaty and self-righteous voice. She wouldn't let him put her down.
Nodding his head, the boy said, "Show me that you know what to do with it."
She pushed the jock down and she revealed his large, throbbing erection. She worked her tongue all around the length of it as she pulled his jock down to his thighs, freeing his balls as well.
As soon as the cock was really freed, she wrapped her lips around the head of it and started to suck up and down, very hungrily, on the hot pole. She was managing to take almost the full length of it practically as soon as she had started to suck on the cock.
Meanwhile she was playing with the boy's balls. She wrapped her fingers around the wrinkled flesh of the ball sacs. Then she pulled on each of the testicles in the sacs.
Deciding that she wanted to pay more attention to those morsels of sexuality, she slid her lips off the length of the cock and then she wrapped her lips around one of the balls. She pressed the ball up in the sac and she massaged it around the roof of her mouth.
Then she slid her lips off that sac, nipping at a bit of the loose flesh with her teeth.
She turned her attention to the other ball and she performed the same way on that. Once she finished with that, her tongue thrust out and she worked it up between the boy's balls and his muscular, thick thighs. She was licking off all the perspiration that had built up there during the football practice. Her tongue moved behind the balls, forcing the young buck to spread his legs and permit her sudden access to his ass crack.
He was stunned. No one had ever put a wet tongue anywhere near the crack of his ass. The sudden movement of the girl's tongue, made him slam his legs together to protect that territory.
The boy looked down at the beautiful face. Something clicked in his mind. It was one word. "Slut!"
"Well," the silent voice said in his head. "If she's a slut I might as well enjoy what she's willing to give me."
Eddie had kept to himself pretty much. Perhaps, in the locker room, he had heard some boys talking about a girl named Jill, but he hadn't thought anything about it and he hadn't made the proper connection when Jill introduced herself. He was a person who wasn't given to gossiping and he decidedly disliked that trait in others. When other boys would talk about what they had done with trampy girls, he just tuned them out.
Watching the girl's face moving all around his crotch, it was strange for him to consider the circumstances surrounding this incident. He had never considered the prospect of sex right then and there. He knew that the girl was flirting with him when he was out on the field, but he hadn't known that she would be so willing, so very fast.
Here he was with his pants pulled down a little bit and with her about to swing on his cock. She hadn't even cared about conversation with him, even though he had been more than willing to find out who she was, to express some interest in her.
She moved her lips up from between his legs and she opened her mouth wide to permit the mushroom head of the cock to enter. She slid her lips forward and she could feel her tongue sliding along the base of the cock. It was when she pulled her lips backward that she was really aware of the way her tongue slid against the excited flesh of the cock, urging the juice to splash out of the throbbing rammer.
Even though Eddie was lying on his back, he was moving his hips up and down to meet the sliding movements of her mouth on the hard prong. He was pushing the broad mushroom head of the cock against the back of the girl's throat and she gagged a little bit.
But, she didn't let that stop her from doing a good job. She liked to know about the endowments of all the interesting and attractive boys on the campus. She felt sure that now she was the first girl in the school who knew how big Eddie's dick was.
He might have lots of other girls after her, perhaps he would even marry some girl from the town, but Jill felt that she would be able to gloat because she had seen Eddie's dick first. , And so, she started to suck with even more vigor. Eddie reached down and started to fondle her breasts as she sucked up and down on his hard cock. There were lipstick stains on the flesh because of her lips. The boy didn't mind. He was enjoying what was happening too much to mind anything.
But, just then, just as she was in the middle of sucking his cock, the brightness of the sunlight that was streaming in from the one open side of the grandstand, the sunlight that was especially strong because of the late afternoon hour, was blocked out.
There was a shadow there! Someone was standing at one end of the grandstand! And that meant that the person who was standing there was able to see the two young people.
Eddie, who was lying on his back looked up first. His hard dick was still in the girl's mouth.
He groaned. The girl sensed something and slid her lips off the stiff cock.
"Frank, will you please get out of here?" Eddie said, reaching down to cover his hard, exposed cock as soon as the girl slid her lips off it.
"I'll wait and see what the little girl has to say about that," Frank remarked with a chuckle. He was also dressed in his football uniform and he had also just come there from practice.
"Oooh, Frank," Jill squealed. "You have caught me in an embarrassing situation." She was acting coy and cute and her eyes kept moving from one boy to the other.
Before she could say anything else, Eddie started to sit up and say, "If you'd rather I leave, I've never been the sort of guy who has to force himself on a girl."
"Yeah, make way for the better man, KeHy," Frank snidely said.
"No!" Jill protested. She didn't want Eddie to leave. He had a nice cock. She had been enjoying what she had been doing. Besides, she sort of liked him in a strange way. She didn't understand everything he said and did, but there was something gallant about him.
Even the way in which he seemed to resent Jill sort of turned her on. It was as if she sensed his wordless plea for her to be better than she actually was, to aspire to something more in people and in relationships.
But she had her long and sensual fingers on his rugged forearm then. She met his eyes and then she looked away from him and glanced at Frank with the same exact look. She didn't want either of them to leave and that was obvious. Eddie looked up at Frank. Of course the other boy had seen Eddie naked in the locker room after practice, but this would be the first time that Frank was ever seeing Eddie with an erection, Eddie with a girl.
But, then Eddie's attention went down to his throbbing erection. It longed to be taken care of, longed for attention. Eddie looked at the luscious girl and remembered the feeling of her lips and her tongue on his cock. Who was he to turn down a chance for that pleasure?
Frank made the first move. He moved toward Jill and his fingers rubbed right between her legs as he said, "I'm sure there might be someplace warm and wet on your body that wasn't occupied."
That remark struck Eddie as gross. But when he looked at Jill he was reminded of the old Groucho Marx line about fighting for the honor of a particular lady being more than the lady had ever done. That was the case with Jill. Why should Eddie care about her honor or lack of it if Jill obviously didn't care about that?
So, Eddie got on his back and watched the scene that was going on right over him...Jill immediately leaned forward and put her lips around the head of Eddie's cock.
Eddie felt the wet lips sliding all the way down the length of his throbbing stiffness.
And he watched as the other young football player started to work on the girl's shorts. Eddie saw the girl's skimpy bikini panties being revealed. The panties were white and very sheer. They were also very tight. That was why he had seen the panty line cutting into her ass cheeks.
Then, immediately, Frank peeled off the girl's panties even as she was sucking Eddie off.
Eddie enjoyed the sight of the girl's partial nudity and wished that he had stripped her completely for this little incident. He reached up and started to fondle her available tits which were hanging down over his thighs since she was leaning forward for the blowjob.
Her head kept on moving up and down. Her long black hair was tickling the part of Eddie's belly that was revealed. Her lips, of course, were tickling the stiff part of Eddie's shaft. Her tongue slid right along the most sensitive part of the cock flesh.
While she kept doing that, Frank was stripping her from the waist down. Then Frank unlaced the front of his football pants and quickly worked his pants and jock and underpants down. He was wearing his jock strap over his undershorts. Then his thickened dick was revealed.
He grinned down at the boy who was getting sucked off and felt very competitive with him. After all, they were both using the same girl at the same time.
Frank's dick pulsed and he pressed it up against the moist pussy lips. He had been there before but it was like a new feeling for him. He pulled her cunt lips open and then he pushed inside the hot orifice. He could feel the moist lips wrapping themselves around his cock head.
Then he shoved forward and he was pushing open the interior lips of the cunt. He could feel them spreading apart in advance of the thrusting force of his cock.
There was only one more shoving jolt and then he slid the long boner into her body. He slammed his belly against her ass cheeks. She could feel the scratchy hair of his pubic patch rubbing right against the soft flesh on the cheeks of her ass. And she could feel his balls dangling down and rubbing like two big pendulums against the sensitive flesh that was right at her pussy lips.
He pulled back a little bit and then slammed forward. There was a great deal of force when he pushed in against the girl and she felt her body being jolted forward.
Eddie was aware of that also. He was aware of the way the girl's teeth pushed against his dick. He looked at Frank, knowing that the other boy was to blame for that. But, by that time Frank was so deeply involved with his own pleasure that he didn't give a damn about anything else.
Frank started to work his dick in and out of the hot orifice and he could feel the moist flesh that was massaging around the sides of his dick. He could feel the wet friction that excited him so very much. The excitement rushed back to his balls.
He started to move in and out of her wet cunt even faster than he had been moving.
The girl didn't even realize at first that she was sucking on Eddie's cock at the same exact tempo that. Frank's cock was moving in and out of her hot cunt.
When Frank started to move even faster inside the moist pussy slit, the girl's lips were speedily rushing up and down the stiff cock. Her tongue was massaging the hot flesh that was pulled so tightly over the stiff erection at the very same speed that the other cock was fucking her hole.
She pushed her hips back toward Frank in an effort to get even more of his dick in her hole. The girl knew that the moment was near for all of them. She could feel the pulsing in Eddie's cock as the duct that ran under the bottom of it throbbed right against her tongue.
In the case of Frank's cock she was aware of the way that the throbbing was adding an additional sensation to her cunt lips. However, the most powerful feeling of all was the feeling of excitement that was rising in the walls of her cunt.
She could feel the thickness in the walls of her cunt as the juice in her body was being absorbed into the tender flesh and turned them into sponges that sopped up the wetness.
Jill knew that the increasing thickness in her pussy walls was going to end in the great implosion that would make the sides of her cunt pull into the middle of her body. That implosion, that orgasm, arrived. And when all the walls pulled into the middle of her body, the cock was in the way. It turned the implosion into an explosion.
There was a series of blasts that rocked the girl's body.
But, to Frank, it wasn't seen in that same way. He saw it as a pulling on his cock. He felt his cock tugged deeper and harder into the yielding body that was beneath him.
Every part of the girl's body tensed up in turn. Her arms and her legs went rigid. And her lips slid all the way to the base of the cock that was in her mouth. Her throat responded around the stiffness of the cock and pulled on the head of the erection. So, Eddie felt his balls pulling up as if they were trying to jump into the girl's mouth. He felt all of his being and all of his essence being pulled toward the girl's throat.
Then the flared head of his cock expanded out and was tickled by the throat muscles. And then there was a blast. The hot cum slapped against the depths of her throat.
The first blast of cum into Jill's throat was so sudden and so powerful that it went right down her throat without her even having to swallow. When the next blast splashed against the back of her throat and she swallowed her throat muscles were pulling on the head of the cock.
And then she was only urging even more of the juice out of the set of balls. The cum was splashing out of the head and still more was zooming up the length of the cock shaft.
At the very same time that was happening, the prick that was stuffed up Jill's cunt was feeling the pulling of the pussy walls and was beginning to shoot deep into the hot and wet confines of her cunt. She could feel the blast against the depths of her body.
Then the cock was pulled out of her cunt very quickly. She gasped. Since Eddie's cock was still in her throat that gasp was felt by him on the sensitive flesh of his prick.
She moved her lips slowly up the length of the stiff cock that was in her mouth. By the time she took her lips completely off Eddie's cock, she turned and saw that Frank had already pulled up his pants and finished lacing them up. She looked directly at him.
He averted his gaze and said, "Thanks. You were great as usual."
And then the boy left. He went running back onto the football field.
Eddie pulled himself away from her and pulled up his jock, never bothering to worry about the pool of spittle and the bits of splattered cum on his belly. He would be in the shower soon enough. He pulled up his pants and started to lace them up.
The girl had tugged up her panties and her shorts and was watching Eddie.
"What's the matter with you?" she suddenly asked in a concerned way.
"What's the matter? Am I taking too long? Do you want me to make way for the rest of the team?"
He started to pass her but she reached up and held his wrist. "Hey. What brought that on?"
"Are we holding two different conversations or something? That was an honest question, Jill. I came back here figuring that we would talk and maybe fool around a little. I didn't expect you to be willing to do me like you did. I didn't expect Frank to join us. I didn't expect you would be willing to take on two guys at once.
"So, what's the big deal if I expect you to do the rest of the team now?"
Then he pulled away from the girl. She ran after him and reached him just as he had turned around the side of the grandstand. She put her hand on his arm and he shook her hand off.
"You got what you wanted, Jill," he said, snarling at her.
"Why are you mad at me?" she asked. "Don't I have a right to know why you're mad?"
He thought for a minute and then said, "No. No, you don't."
Then he rushed away from her and never looked back as he sprinted toward the locker room. The rest of the football team was also on its way to the locker room and he arrived just in time.
The coach, right at the locker room door, had seen the course that Eddie had taken. He had seen Jill standing by the grandstand, he knew just what had happened.
He only gave Eddie a nasty glare and decided that if the boy did poor work on the team he would give him (r)a lecture about the matter of dealing with bad girls. But, as the coach was about to shut the locker room door, he looked across at the girl who was standing there, looking so seductive in her white shorts which contrasted so sharply to her long, tan legs. She looked so delicious in her red tee shirt which showed her nipples and her hobbling breasts.
Then he snarled at her, suppressing his own desire, and he slammed the door shut from the inside, slamming the door on the slutty girl who was watching from the other side of the field.
CHAPTER THREE
That evening Wendy felt too ill to join her parents for dinner. The real illness was the fact that the strictly brought up girl couldn't bear the thought of meeting her father's eyes. She was sure that the severe man would be able to read her misdeed in her eyes.
And, try as she might to get the thoughts to leave her, she could not.
She had been naked with a boy that afternoon! She had felt a boy's cock rubbing against her body. She had tasted the flesh in her mouth. She had felt it piercing her body.
Suddenly she was obsessed with sex. No, it wasn't quite that sudden, perhaps.
Actually the subject had obsessed her for years and years. She had always dreamed about males, even before she had any notion of what a penis might look like, even before she had any notion of what it was like when a man and a woman had sex. She had been touching herself and imagining the nearness of a male body, the male smells, the feel of a male.
Now that she had felt a cock, she couldn't think of anything else.
When she went up to her room and got into her nightgown and was lying in bed, since she had told her parents that she didn't feel well, she could only think about sex.
She thought about the terrific body that Daniel had. She thought, especially, about his beautiful and very functional cock. And her fingers ended up down at her pussy slit. She felt her cunt lips and she felt the wetness and the heat that was deep inside there.
Her fingers worked up and down against the delicate flesh of the pussy.
And the heat would build in her body. She would recreate the moment she had shared with Daniel.
Her father came up to check on her and she was still flushed with the hot recollection of the orgasm she had just been through. Her breathing was unsteady. The man had every reason then to believe that his daughter wasn't feeling well at all.
"Probably a virus in her system." The girl was commanded to stay home the following day.
That turned out to be agony for her. She wanted to go to school. She wanted to see Daniel in school. Of course she could have found Daniel's phone number and called him. But that would have been too crude. That wouldn't have been ladylike.
In fact, she called one of the girl's in her class to get the homework assignments. She didn't call Daniel even though that could have been a likely excuse.
She knew that she would have to go to school the following day. She wanted to see Daniel. She suffered her way through dinner with her parents. Her father was impressed by the earnestness with which his daughter insisted that she wanted to go to school.
"Well, she has no temperature. It must have just been something she ate yesterday."
The girl almost laughed at that, thinking about the way she had sucked on Daniel's cock.
She paid a great deal of attention to what she would wear to school the following day. There wasn't much choice. None of her outfits made her look her best. The clothes were all conservative by the dictates of her father. She hated that!
But, now that she had had sex with Daniel it was more upsetting for her. She wanted to look wonderful for him. She wanted to look really special in school that day.
The thought of wearing make up never entered her mind. That would be too much of a revolution for the innocent girl. For, in spite of the fact that she wasn't a virgin any longer, she was most certainly still innocent in many ways, certainly naive.
When she arrived at the front of the school she started to look around for Daniel. She wanted to seem casual though. She didn't want him to know that she was looking for him. So what if her heart was pounding very fast in her young bosom.
Then someone tapped her on the shoulder. It was a tall and handsome blond boy named Greg. He smiled at her and she smiled at him. "I wanted to know if you'd like to go out sometime."
She blushed. He was a very desirable boy. For a moment she forgot about Daniel and about her interest in finding him. "You know that I'm not allowed to see boys in the evening. My father is very strict that way. But, thank you very much for asking me."
Their eyes had been meeting during all of that. Then Greg said, "Maybe you'd just like to get together after school. I could get you a soda."
Her heart was beating with excitement. When she had left the house that morning and looked in the mirror one last time she had been so self-conscious about the shapeless skirt that was too long and she had been so self-conscious about the frills on the collar of her blouse and the terrible pastel color of the blouse, that she had failed to see the beautiful girl inside.
She considered herself ugly and unattractive. Everyone goes through those days. But, even that attitude couldn't take away the sexual appeal that the girl had.
Nodding her head at the boy, she said, "I don't see any harm in that."
He took her free hand and said, "I'll take you over to the ice cream place down on Main Street. It's right over here near the school. You must have been there sometime."
She nodded her head. She had stopped in there on her way home from school, but she had always bought her own ice cream. The girl couldn't help smiling. She felt that this was such an ail-American thing she was doing. Having a boy take her out for ice cream was wonderful.
As she proceeded to her first class of the day she wondered how her father would feel. Of course the man wouldn't have waited a minute to punish her severely for having had sex. He would have punished her for even thinking about sex. But, this afternoon with Greg would be different, she told herself. After all, ice cream in the afternoon sounded innocent.
And then she went to her second class. That was the one that Daniel was in. He avoided her when she said hello to him and he ran out of the room at the end of the class so that she didn't have a chance to talk to him. Two periods later she had lunch and Daniel had the same lunch period. She walked right up to him, smiled, and said, "Hi. How are you?"
"I'm fine. Are you okay?" There was something sardonic in his question.
She nodded her head and he nodded his. But he never smiled. Her smile faded. He turned and walked away from her without even saying goodbye. Then it was clear that he was avoiding her.
There was a little bit of pain in her heart, but she didn't let it trouble her. Instead she smiled to herself and said, "I'm glad I took that date with Greg. Anyway, Greg is cuter."
And so, that afternoon she met Greg out in the schoolyard. She was hoping that Daniel would see her together with Greg, but she couldn't find Daniel in the crowd.
She walked along with Greg and when they got to the ice cream place he asked her what flavor she wanted. He suddenly seemed impatient with her. When she told him that she liked chocolate chip, he immediately bought her a cone and started to walk out with her.
"I thought we were going to get sodas or something and sit down."
"It's too crowded in there. Besides, I want to walk." He was decisive.
They turned off Main Street and walked up the first block they came to. This seemed completely random to the girl. But, when they went up another block, back in the direction of the school, the boy said, "That's my house right over there."
The two of them were walking together. Wendy didn't know what response he expected. But when he came to the driveway of his own house, he turned in. She stopped and he looked at her.
"What's the matter?" he asked her, standing a little distance away.
"I didn't know that you wanted to go back to your house."
"I want to drop off my books. Doesn't that make sense."
"Oh...Okay. You drop off your books and I'll wait for you out here."
"Look. It's a suburban house just like all the others on this block. I don't know what you're worrying about, Wendy. I'm not going to bite you." He moved closer to her. "Besides, don't you want to wash off your hands after that damn ice cream?"
"Oh, yeah," she said as she was just finishing the chocolate chip cone. "Thank you for the ice cream."
She went along with him into the house and she went to wash off her hands at the kitchen sink. When she turned around she was startled by the nearness of Greg's body.
He pushed her back sensually against the sink. "Greg, your mother....?"
"She works. My mom and dad both work and nobody gets home till after six."
By that time the boy had his hands all over the girl. He was feeling her breasts and he was grinding his hips against her body. Wendy was slowly beginning to respond.
Very simply, if she had had experience with boys, if she had dated boys and knew about the stages of petting she would have been able to push him away, she would have known that pushing him away then would have been acceptable. But, she was completely naive.
Not only did Wendy lack experience with boys, but since she had been socially ostracized by the other girls in school she didn't even know the given knowledge that she would have derived from gossip.
So, there she was pressed against the kitchen sink, feeling Greg's bulging crotch pressing against her body. She ended up pushing her crotch forward and pressing it right up against the tall, blond boy's erect prick that was locked inside his denim pants.
The boy moved from side to side against the girl, rubbing his erection against her body.
Meanwhile he had pushed his hands inside her blouse. He had already pulled her buttons open. He was fondling her breasts through the fabric of her bra.
The girl was sighing and panting. He knew that she wanted it. He smiled to himself, it was a smile of conquest. Then he grabbed her and pulled her toward the kitchen table.
"What...?" she asked, confused, looking from side to side. "Where. . ?"
He pushed her back onto the cleared table. She was lying on the polyester tablecloth. And then the boy was on top of her. He pushed her skirt up so that he was rubbing his hands all over her panties. She tried to kiss him on the lips, but he was avoiding her lips.
She didn't understand that, but didn't think to question it.
He reached into her panties and he was feeling her delicate pussy flesh. He pulled and rubbed his fingers against her cunt. Then he grabbed her hand with his free hand. Up to that point the girl had been just lying there and not even feeling him in return.
Now he directed her hand directly to the bulge in the front of his pants.
"Squeeze it there, girl. Make it feel good." The boy's voice was encouraging.
And the girl took the encouragement. She squeezed her fingers around the thickness. Two days earlier, Daniel's cock was the first she had seen. Now, as she judged it, Greg's prick felt even bigger than Daniel's had been. In her mental calculations that gave her pleasure.
But, she wanted to know for sure. She pulled open the boy's belt and then she fumbled with his zipper. He chuckled in a deep voice, "So, you really are hot for it."
"Huh?" She stopped what she was doing and looked up at him.
But, Greg was too smart to spoil the momentum of what was happening. He pushed the girl back down and with one move he pulled down his pants and his underpants. His cock expanded to freedom and bounced up against his belly. He stroked it lightly and grinned at the girl.
"You like it?" he asked her as his fingers played over his prick.
She looked at his face and then back at the cock and then she nodded.
He chuckled and groaned as he settled himself down against her body. He hadn't bothered to undress the rest of the way, nor had he bothered to get her stripped down. He was satisfied to have her blouse open and her breasts exposed inside her bra and he was satisfied to have his pants and underpants pulled down so that his cock was revealed.
While squirming on top of her, he pulled her panties down her legs. Then he was rubbing his hard prick up and down along the soft and warm flesh that was between her legs.
He pushed his cock head against her cunt lips and he pressed forward so that the outer labia spread apart. Then the head of his cock was pressed right up against the interior lips of the pussy. He pushed forward and could feel them spreading apart before his attack.
The last time she had been entered this way, she had been a virgin.
Now, there was no hymen to break, but because the girl still wasn't very experienced, there was a problem. The thick head of the prick, a little thicker than the cock that had fucked her two days earlier, spreading her wide apart when it pushed forward. But then, it pushed further and she felt as if her body was being pulled inside out. The cock was tugging her cunt lips inward.
She struggled to get used to the feeling, but she wasn't quite wet enough.
However, the young stud who was on top of her became aware of the problem. He was aware that her pussy slit was being pulled inside out because of the pressure of his cock against the relatively dry walls of the cunt. He pulled back a little bit so that he was giving the girl a chance to relax. Then he thrust forward just when he felt her relaxing.
She tensed up again, but by that time he had the full length of his cock stuffed deep inside her cunt. His belly was pressing against her belly. He was really inside her.
He started to move his hips to one side and then to the other. He was rocking from one side to the other and the head of his cock was pressing first against the right side of her cunt and then against the left side of her cunt.
She could feel the way she was being spread open. But, at the same time she could feel the way that her pussy flesh was growing wetter and wetter all the time.
Each time he pushed to one side of her cunt there would be more moisture that would be urged out of the flesh. Soon that moisture was lubricating down the sides of the cock.
And then he started to pull back and push forward rather than just moving from side to side. He began to fuck her cunt as wildly as he could. In less than a minute he was pulling all but the head of the cock out of her hot hole and then he was pushing the full length of it back into her cunt.
Each time he pulled back that way the flared head of his prick was pulling right against the delicate love button that was so wildly excited already. Then the cock pushed back into the depths of her cunt and slammed against the deepest recesses of her hot hole.
She would feel the jolt emanating through her body when that happened.
And at the other end of the spectrum, when the flared glans pulled on her clitoris she would feel a tingling that suffused her entire body.
Meanwhile, since the walls of her cunt were getting thicker all the time, and overflowing with excitement, the girl could feel the wetness that flowed from the depths of her body.
The cock was really slamming, pushing into the love tunnel in an effort to get all the way inside now that the pussy was that much tighter than it had been.
Then he slammed all the way into her and started to cum. She wasn't ready to cum yet. She felt a longing, a need. If only he could have fucked her for another minute, she was sure that he would have brought her over the verge of her own orgasm.
But, he was finished. He was most definitely finished. He pulled his dick out of her hot hole even before he had stopped shooting. Some of the cum splattered in her pussy patch. Some of the liquid splashed against her skirt which was pushed up out of the way and some even splashed against her bra, which the boy hadn't even bothered to remove from her breasts.
He pulled away and pulled up his shorts and pants. When he turned back toward the girl he seemed annoyed that she hadn't finished getting dressed yet. She hadn't moved.
"You better pull yourself together, kid. I've gotta go take a piss."
And he disappeared into the other room. The girl slowly pulled herself off the table. She was troubled by a lot of little things. She was troubled by the fact that the boy hadn't even offered to help her off the table. She was troubled by the way he had said that he had to take a piss. Boys had never spoken to her like that in the past.
She began to wonder if he was purposely treating her with disrespect. That was the first time that the subject of respect had come to her mind. Greg had acted differently from Daniel. Greg's attitude had been one of expecting the girl to put out for him.
The toilet flushed and Greg was back in the room. Her clothes were adjusted. She was feeling tense and uncomfortable for a number of reasons, particularly the fact that she hadn't had an orgasm yet. "You better be getting home," he said to her, walking toward the door.
It was obvious to the girl that he wasn't going to offer to walk her home. He didn't even kiss her. He merely said, "You were great, really great. We'll get together again real soon." And then he virtually pushed her out of his house.
The day after her incident underneath the grandstand on the playing field, Jill didn't want to even talk to any of the boys in school. She was wondering about the new boy's strange attitude toward her. She had noticed him looking at her in the one class they had together, so she knew that he was attracted to her. But, he had been so hostile the day she sucked him off.
At least the other boys were sweet to her when they talked to her. She knew that all of them were venomous snakes behind her back, but she had learned to live with that.
But, Eddie Kelly was a puzzle for the girl. He had actually seemed angry at her.
So, the following day she avoided all the boys in school. She just didn't want to know about them. She didn't want to have anything to do with them. After school she purposely chose a different block to walk along when she went home. She didn't want to walk with the crowd from school. She just wanted to be on her own and to wonder about Eddie.
As she walked down the different street, the one that was an extra two blocks out of her way, she looked at the new buildings that she wasn't used to passing. Then she passed a garage at the corner of a block. She stopped and really looked then.
Right along the street in front of the garage, sitting in a battered old kitchen chair that he was leaning back against a brick wall, was one of the mechanics from the place.
He looked directly at the girl as she passed and she looked at him.
She smiled. He smiled. He nodded and said, "How are you doing?"
"I'm doing fine....Harley," she said, reading his name off his blue coveralls.
"And what's your name?" he asked her, undressing the girl with his eyes.
Stepping back, she said, "I don't want you to think I'm too forward."
"Oh! Hey! No, babe," he laughed as he continued to lean back in the chair.
She started to walk away and he called out, "I work here every afternoon, kid. Now that you know my name you're welcome to come and visit me."
Jill turned to look at him and he grabbed at his crotch. The meaning of that movement was very obvious. She walked a little faster and smiled to herself, tossing her hair back.
She set her sights on Harley, the garage mechanic, just as she had set her sights on Eddie Kelly at school. It was about time, she felt, that she stop messing with the boys at school who were too immature to appreciate her, and started getting it on with older guys.
Harley was only in his middle twenties, but he had ten years on Jill. She remember what he looked like. He had shaggy brown hair that was very curly and wild and he looked a little unshaven as if he was thinking about growing a beard or else was just too lazy to shave.
She also had a clear vision of his forearms since his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and she had a vision of the hair that glistened on his arms as well as the thick mat of chest hair that showed from the part of the zipper of the coveralls that was pulled down.
His legs, inside the coveralls, seemed very powerfully defined to the girl.
From her experience she knew that strong legs were even more important than a penis when it came to fucking prowess. She pressed her thighs together as she walked home and thought about having Harley. When she set out to get a guy, she always got him.
And so, the following day she dressed with great care. She wanted to look sexy.
Jill chose her very sexiest skirt. It was black and the material had a clinging quality. There was a slit up one side of the skirt and it revealed that leg.
She also decided to be daring in spite of the dean. She put on a thin, tan sweater without a bra under it. She knew that the pressure of the fabric against her tits was going to make them erect and that the erect nipples would then show through the fabric.
But, the girl was dressing for the mechanic she planned on seeing that afternoon. She was already plotting the excitement that she would have with him. Jill had learned some time before that if she was forward enough and if she didn't care about propriety she could get any guy she really wanted to get. She planned on making use of that notion.
During the day she was daydreaming and unable to pay attention to anything in school. She was thinking about the jaunty way that Harley had been leaning his chair back against the building.
All day long she was getting hot. At one point an old lady teacher stopped her as she was leaving her class and snapped, "Does the dean know about the way you're dressed today?"
"I don't know what the dean knows. You'll have to ask him."
"Don't you sass me, young lady, or I'll have you on report."
"My next class is geometry. If you want to put me on report then I'll miss class. I don't care," she said, shrugging her shoulders. This attitude had kept her in good standing for a good part of her school career.
But, it did exasperate her teachers. The old woman snapped, "Get to your class."
And that was the only incident of the day, aside from Frank who tried to grab her tits when she was walking beside him down the stairs of the school. She jabbed her elbow against him and just gave him a dirty look. He started to say something but she walked away and snapped, "Children," under her breath, just loud enough so Frank could hear it.
He mumbled, "Slut," but his word was a little too soft for her to hear.
And then school was out. This time she was very decided on her route home. She walked down that special block and kept pulling her sweater tight, kept subtly rubbing her tits so that they would stand out through the fabric of the sweater.
Harley was not out in front of the garage. She slowly stepped into the darkened place. There was someone else out front manning the gas pumps. The girl waited a moment so that her eyes could adjust to the darkness of the inside of the garage.
"Yeah, can I help you, miss?" an older man asked, stepping toward the girl.
"I was looking for Harley," the girl said, looking around and hoping to find him herself.
"Harley!" the man shouted, allowing it to echo in the space. "Young lady to see you."
Harley slid out from underneath a car. His coveralls and his face and hands were all covered with grease. He licked his greasy lips when he saw that Jill was standing there.
"A very pretty young lady to see you, Harley," the older man said.
Grinning as he stood up, Harley said, "And what was your name, miss?"
He was wiping his hands before offering one to shake. She put out her hand and said, "I'm Jill. I just thought it would be fun to see you working. You won't get in trouble for having me here?"
"I'm a partner in this place, Jill," Harley said, looking over at the older man. "Let's step into the office and I can give you a cup of coffee or something."
The girl didn't drink coffee, but she knew that she wanted to be in a private place with Harley so she wasn't about to turn down the invitation. He said something to the older man that Jill couldn't hear and then he ushered the girl into a little cubicle that had no window in it. There was just an air vent on the side. One side, that looked into the garage, was covered with windows, but all of the windows had been painted over.
"Sit down and make yourself comfortable, kid," Harley said, leaning against the desk. "I'm glad you came back here and told me your name."
She didn't sit. She started to wander around the office and look at things. "It's so interesting here. I've never spent any time around a garage."
He ran his hand up and down along one of her bare arms and said, "It's dirty."
"Yes, I wouldn't want to get these clothes dirty," she said, looking at him.
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable and get out of them?"
"That's a very direct proposal, Harley. I...." She was smiling as she spoke.
But, he wasn't smiling as he snarled, "Look, what are you here for?"
The girl started to stammer. For once she felt that a male was getting the better of her.
Perhaps because she was dealing with someone who wasn't a high school boy she was stepping out of her league.
"How old are you anyway? Are you old enough to know what you're doing?"
"I'm old enough to know what I'm doing!" she hissed defensively.
"So? Tell me what you're doing, kid," he said, leaning back in a relaxed way.
Instead of speaking she reached right out and stroked the cock that was locked inside his coveralls. He remained standing there, completely unmoved by her action.
"Okay. So, you know where it is. Now, do you know what to do with it?"
Saying that, in a nasty voice, he pushed her to her knees in front of him and then he pulled down the one zipper that was holding his coveralls in place. They slid open and he let the garment slide off his arms. He was not wearing anything under it at all. He was naked down to his knees and the body he was revealing, a trim, real man's body, was quite | impressive to the young girl who knelt in front of him.
"Come on, babe. You know what I want you to do," he hissed at her.
Her perspective on his body was a little awkward because she was looking directly at his cock. Yes, she knew just what he wanted her to do. Her knees were down against the greasy floor of the little office in the garage. She took the cock in her mouth.
Sliding her face all the way forward on the prick so that her lips were right up against his balls, she reached around and felt the powerfully muscular cheeks of Harley's ass.
He immediately started to fuck her face. His pendulous balls were swinging back and forth and kept on slapping against the girl's chin. And repeatedly he was grinding his curly patch of brown, almost reddish, pubic hair against the girl's nose.
She could feel the power and the tension that suffused the cheeks of the stud's ass. He pushed forward as if his hips were pistons and his dick was the steel rod those pistons were driving.
The head of his cock slapped against the back of her throat and she gagged a little bit because the pressure was so much for her to take. Even with her extensive experience she hadn't had many cocks that were nearly this size. This was quite a whopper.
The thickness of the dick was so great that even as it was massaging her tongue and pressing that mouth muscle down against the bottom of her mouth, the flared head of it was rubbing against the roof of her mouth. He pushed forward and started to grind his body to one side and then to the other side. He was really pushing into her very hard.
He reached down and rubbed his fingers through her long, straight black hair.
"Fucking your beautiful face!" he grunted in almost animal-like tones. He growled at her and she was reminded, because of his hairy body and his solid physique, as well as his wild visage, hair all messed up and beard just partially grown in, of a caveman.
As he continued to slam repeatedly against the depths of her throat, he held onto the sides of her face. He was pushing so hard with the flared head of his cock that he had to hold the girl in place. That meant that the pressure against the back of her throat was really something terrible. Actually the girl couldn't decide whether it was wonderful or terrible. It seemed to be a little bit of both at the same time.
Then the hot garage mechanic pushed his prick forward in her willing throat and. she could feel the flared head of his cock expanding out against the muscles of her throat. Then she felt the liquid that came blasting out of the depths of his body and into the depths of hers. She felt the hot, thick wetness that slithered down her throat even before she was willing to swallow it.
And her throat was getting coated with the male spunk.
She enjoyed taking it, but was disappointed that the sex was over so soon. However, the stud who was standing up and holding her face in place, kept his dick where it was, deep in her throat. His balls were pressing right up against her chin and his pubic hair was grinding right against her nose so that she could hardly take a breath.
The only air she could breathe when she did was the foul aroma of his crotch.
It was only after a long pause that he slowly pulled his dick out of her mouth. She leaned back on her heels and looked up at him. He leaned back against the desk and didn't bother to pull his pants up. It was clear that he really enjoyed displaying his body.
"I take it all back. You really do know what to do with it, don't you?"
She shrugged her shoulders and nodded a little. She didn't know just why she was so embarrassed in front of Harley, when she hadn't been embarrassed that way in front of other guys. But, there was something a little more knowing about the garage mechanic, something a little more threatening to the girl.
"So, how about taking off your clothes so you don't let them greasy?" he asked as he peeled his coveralls down over his work boots. He stood naked except for the boots and the thick grey socks that he was wearing. His body was covered with hair that ranged from pale red to deep brown. His pubic patch was the lightest shade and the hair on his forearms was the same shade. That was just the way that Harley was made.
One thing was clear to the girl. The actions of the man were not the actions of someone who was finished with sex. He didn't offer to help her up off her knees, but she lifted herself up. Then she looked at his cock that was hanging not completely hard, but certainly not completely soft. There was a pearly droplet of J liquid that was hanging from the tip of his piss slit.
"You want me to undress now?" she asked, wishing to be sure.
He started to stroke his dick lightly and said, "I thought you wanted it."
She didn't have to be told another time. She pulled up her thin sweater and revealed her fine, full breasts. Then she opened her skirt and stepped out of it.
Jill was standing in nothing but her high heel sandals and her skimpy red bikini panties.
She started to run her hands over her body, teasing the man as she was teasing herself. He moved forward and pulled her panties right down. His greasy fingers were right up against her cunt lips and he was crushing her back against the wall of the little office.
Then he turned quickly and pushed all the papers from the top of the desk. They scattered on the floor and he didn't care. There were other things that concerned him more.
He guided the girl back onto the desk and then he mounted on top of her. The desk was too small for her whole body. Her head was leaning on a book that was at the far end of the desk and her ass was at the near end of the desk. Her legs were dangling over the edge.
That, as it turned out, was the perfect position for the man to use her.
He spread her legs apart and pressed his dick into the hot confines of her pussy. It was quick and simple. He plunged all the way into her and then he started to work his hard cock in and out at a steady tempo. As he continued to fuck her, he pulled her back a little bit and spread her legs further apart. Then he stood up and left her lying down.
Harley was fucking the girl at a perfect right angle. Since she was lying back and he was standing up, his thighs pressing right up against the side of the desk, his dick was arching up and pushing against the very front of her cunt slit.
The head of his dick was pressed right up against her love button. He could tell the way he was exciting her, he was aware of the effect he was having on her body.
There was a great deal of wetness. There was a great deal of heat and it was all wrapped around his cock.
He continued to slam into her. Each time he slammed it was harder and harder.
"Hey, Harley, Mrs. Ingersoll is here and she wants to know about her car."
Harley didn't miss a stroke in the girl's hot cunt as he called back, "Tell her I can't get the parts until tomorrow morning and leave me alone."
Jill almost wanted to start laughing because of the cool way Harley had handled it. He was fucking her like crazy and as she looked up at his maniacal features, so threatening with his unshaven look and his wild hair, she felt the heat in her body increasing.
He was covered with perspiration. She could actually smell the male sweat that was mingling with the grease on his body. He continued to fuck her so viciously through all of that that soon her pussy was feeling raw. She wanted him to cum and get it over with.
But, she remembered that the man had just cum down her throat. That was clearly the way he liked it. He wanted to get rid of his first orgasm so that the second one would take a while.
"Please, I want to feel you cum inside me!'' she urged, feeling that it would be better thah telling him that she had had enough and wanted him to stop.
But he kept on fucking in and out of her Even though he was fucking so fast that she was sure he was speeding toward an orgasm he continued harder and longer and faster.
"Please! I c-can't take much more. Please, it's rubbing at me and pulling."
He slammed harder and faster than ever and this time he pushed all the way in and permitted the explosion to happen. His hot cum seemed like a balm over her scraped cunt walls.
Harley's cock seemed to pulsate forever before he finally pulled it back out of her hole. That was the first time that Jill had to ask a man to stop fucking her, that a cock had become too much for her to take. She realized that her own body was covered with perspiration in spite of the fact that she had just been lying on her back. But, obviously it had been so much effort for her just to take the cock that she was drenched with sweat.
"I gotta get back to work, kid. Drop by and see me when you feel like it."
She nodded her head as she started to dress and Harley, pulling on his coveralls, said, "I'm always in the mood for it." Then he laughed and opened the door, ushering the girl out of the room as she was still fastening her skirt. Jill walked through the garage and saw the way the older man smirked at her. She was used to that at school, but somehow it felt different when it was older people. It had been one thing for her to be the school tramp, but now she was becoming more of a grown up and she was earning a title as the town's tramp.
The girl rushed out of the dim garage and quickly hurried home feeling sexually fulfilled, but otherwise confused.
CHAPTER FOUR
Wendy was certainly a naive girl. It took her some time before she realized what was going on in the school. Even she hadn't pieced everything together in the painstaking way.
The day that she had first put out sexually for Daniel, that boy had started to tell his friends about it. He told them that they had all been wrong about Wendy being a good girl. He forgot to mention that he had taken her virginity, but only told the boys about how willing and how hot the girl was. The following day, when the girl missed school, the news went around to the rest of the student body. Wendy was known as an easy lay.
She didn't notice the big change in the attitudes all around her when she returned to school. She had always been a social outcast. Now she was a social outcast for a different reason.
Actually, though, it was still a period of transition. There were many in the school who refused to believe Daniel's story. Many of the people who disliked Wendy refused to believe Daniel because they had always accused the beautiful girl of being frigid and asexual.
How would Daniel react to her after all that? Even he wasn't sure how to react. There weren't that many times when girls had just willingly put out sexually without even going on a date. And the only girls in the past who had performed for him that way were girls like Jill. He knew she was an easy lay and he had always had a fun relationship with her.
He might jab Jill in the arm and she might grab his crotch in return. They would joke with each other. Jill knew who she was and there was no secret about it.
But, Wendy had reacted in much the same way. Wendy had reacted with the same heat and the same willingness that a slut would have shown him. Daniel was confused. He had no intention of asking Wendy for a date. The code of his peer group said that you didn't actually take sluts out, you didn't actually spend money on them. He accepted that notion.
Then he was informed, during his first period, that Wendy had accepted a date with Greg. So, that clinched it in Daniel's mind. If she was going to see Greg that very afternoon, before he had even seen the girl again, then he could see no further benefit of the doubt.
He had nothing to do with Wendy that day. He even went so far as to wish Greg luck with her. He made a point of saying that so that no one would think he should be embarrassed or humiliated that a girl he had had first was now going to be had by someone else.
Daniel wanted to establish for everyone to know that Wendy was just a hole to him.
The day after Wendy had put out for Greg that word was around the school even faster. The word soon got back to Wendy. She had never even been out on a date with a boy, but she was now labeled a school slut! She felt frustrated and taken advantage of.
And, of course, there was no one she could turn to with her problem. Her parents wouldn't understand her. If either of her parents even had a notion of what had happened to their daughter, of what the girl had been willing to do, they would have been quite severe with her.
There was no one in school she could talk with. Other boys were asking her out and their attitudes got more and more hostile each time she refused a date.
The feeling of each boy she refused was that she had rejected him and so those feelings of rejection were turned into venom. The boys began saying awful things about the girl, making ugly accusations against her, using her as the butt of jokes, and dragging her name in the mud. Wendy was at the point where things were just destined to get worse for her, more complicated for her.
And then one day she turned a corner in a hall at school and she found herself face to face with Jill. The two girls came within inches of bumping into one another. "Excuse me," they both mumbled in unison as one went to the right and one to the left.
But then, Wendy turned around and said, "Excuse me...Jill."
Jill turned because of the way Wendy had called to her. "Yes."
"Could I...talk to you?" Wendy asked in a hesitant manner.
"What?" Jill hadn't understood the question. After all, she was talking then.
"I mean, later on...when I have more time. It's...complicated."
Jill noticed the concern in Wendy's voice and said, "Sure, hon. After school?"
"Thank you." Wendy made it clear that she had a problem. Jill was truly touched that this girl who had never even spoken to her was now coming to her with a problem. Wendy, for her part, didn't understand her desire to tell Jill. Perhaps it was simply because she perceived the situation she was falling into to be very similar to Jill's situation with boys.
Also, she had always perceived Jill as being an outcast. Jill didn't gossip with the other girls. She wasn't accepted by them. Actually, Wendy had a certain perverse safety in telling Jill whatever she chose to tell her. Even if Jill decided to blab all of it to the other girls in school, no one would believe her because of her own reputation.
But, no, that wasn't the case. It went deeper than that. Wendy would have sworn that Jill would never betray a confidence. There was something she felt about Jill, perhaps just the fact that Jill understood what it was to be hurt by the words of others, so that she knew that the black-haired beauty didn't have the mean streak so typical of teenaged years.
And yet, Wendy was nervous after school when she waited for Jill.
"Hi," a boy said as he stopped in front of Wendy. He smiled at her, but she had seen that smile before. It was the smile that said fie wanted something from her and he would be talking mean about her once he was behind her back. "Heading somewhere?"
"I'm waiting for someone," Wendy said, looking away from his eyes. She didn't even know his name. He had been in one class with her the previous semester, but he sat in the back.
"Well, maybe you'd like to get together with me some other time?" he asked, rubbing one finger up and down on the girl's bare arm. She pulled away from him.
"No," she said, without even looking at him. She pretended to be watching for Jill and Jill appeared.
"I hope you weren't waiting long," Jill said, not even noticing the boy who was right at her side.
"Oh, this is who you were waiting for?" the boy said, snidely. "Well, I hope she gives you lessons so you become a real pro." Then the boy turned on his heels and left.
Jill shouted after his departing back, "Save that for your sister, Kenny."
Wendy blushed when she heard that. Jill could tell, when she turned back toward Wendy, that she had made that blonde girl uncomfortable. She wished for a different beginning. It had been so rare that one of the girls, even an outcast like Wendy, had made any kind of overture toward Jill, any friendly gesture toward her.
"You wanted to talk, honey?" Jill asked, as she got in step beside Wendy.
Wendy nodded and looked around. "I have this problem. It's this situation that's become a problem, you see. It has to do with...uh....this thing that happened...."
"It has to do with boys?" Jill asked Wendy in a knowing way.
Wendy nodded. "You could tell, huh? Do you already know about me? Have you heard?"
"Why don't you just tell me what happened yourself? Huh?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Wendy said, "I seem to have gotten a bad reputation around the school. Suddenly the boys started to treat me as if I was some sort of...a...."
"Slut?" Jill said, completing the sentence. "The boys started treating you as if you're a girl who puts out right away for the fun of it? Is that it?"
When Wendy didn't say anything in response to that, Jill said, "Well, are you?"
"Am I?" Wendy blushed bright crimson and looked away from Jill.
"Have you put out right away for boys?" Jill asked, being insistent.
Wendy looked squarely at Jill and said, "No and yes." She knew that further explanation was needed, so she continued, "No, I'm not a girl who puts out for boys right away. But, yes, I did do it...two times." She had finally admitted to someone what had actually happened.
"I guess those two times happened very recently?" Jill asked.
Wendy nodded and the two of them came to a stop. They sat together on the steps of the school which were empty by that time. "Do you want to tell me about the things that happened?"
That permitted Wendy to start explaining her situations. She told Jill about the afternoon with Daniel and about the way she had responded to that first opportunity to be alone with a male. Then she told her about the confusion she felt over Greg.
"It wasn't my fault. I didn't know that I had an option. I guess I just didn't think of saying no."
"Hold on, now," Jill cautioned. "Do you realize how many times you've told me that this thing wasn't you fault. Well, maybe if you just stopped using the word fault you could feel a lot better about yourself. Why was someone at fault? If you liked it and if the boy liked it then why should anyone be at fault?"
Wendy seemed not to understand what Jill was talking about. She looked at the girl in a curious way. Jill knew that she had to continue. "Look. I know that the reason you talked to me now is that you know that I've done it a lot with boys. Be honest."
Nodding her head, Wendy looked down so as not to meet Jill's eyes.
"Okay. So, what do you want me to tell you? Do you want me to...?"
"I want you to tell me how to get my good reputation back," Wendy quickly said.
Jill was silent for a long moment and then softly said, "That advice you ought to get from someone who has a good reputation! As for me," Jill paused, "I can tell you about boys. I can tell you about sex. I just don't know much about good reputations."
"Then tell me about boys. How should I deal with them? How should I....?"
"The answer is really simple. You expect me to start telling you what you should do when a boy puts his hand under your sweater and what you should do when a boy pushes up against you and you can feel his hot boner through his pants. Is that it?
"But, I can't give you specific answers like that. You are you. Honest, kid. There's nobody else in the world like you. And there's only one response you can give. Give the honest response. If you feel like doing something, do it. If you don't feel like doing something, then don't do it. That's the whole answer."
"But...my father...." the blonde girl said, hesitantly. "I've been raised so strictly. He's so severe with me and if he knew that I was going to let a boy...."
"Oh, okay, so you don't want to do it," Jill said with sarcasm in her voice.
Wendy paused, hoping Jill would say something else, but she knew that she had to speak next and she also knew what she had to say to Jill. "But, I have these feelings inside me. I feel sexually...excited. And when I did it with both of those boys...."
"You liked it? Is that what you're telling me, kid?" Jill asked softly Wendy nodded her head and met Jill's eyes again. "Yes. So, what do I do? I liked the feeling of it and, if I am to be honest I'll have to admit that I would...like the feeling of it again. But, at the same time I...worry about what the boys will say about me and I worry about what my father will say if he finds out about this and...I'm scared of the feelings inside me."
"I said that you had to make the decision on the basis of what you wanted to do. Enjoying the physical feeling is just one part of it. Hell, if all the girls in this school who enjoyed the physical feeling when they put out sexually were going with that, sex would be really easy to come by for the boys here. But, they don't.
"Like I said, the physical feeling is one part of it. But, the other parts are the way you feel about everything. You have to decide what weighs more on the scale, honey.
"If you're gonna feel so guilty about what you did that the physical pleasure doesn't mean anything, then what the hell is the point? Honestly? But, if you're gonna enjoy it, if you've worked through everything else, then why not do it?
"You're the only one who can make that decision.. But, for God's sake, enjoy whatever decision you make. That's your trouble, you know! You always seemed like such a sourpuss in school."
"A sourpuss?" Wendy asked, smiling and even laughing at the remark.
"Yeah. You always seemed like you're sorry about everything and just...unhappy."
Wendy couldn't help laughing as she said, "I guess you're right. Maybe I haven't been doing enough for the sake of my...my happiness, for the sake of feeling good."
Jill was feeling very close to Wendy just then. She found herself verbalizing things that she had never verbalized before. In speaking about her own views on sexual liberation and personal liberation, Jill was explaining a lot of her own actions to herself.
Perhaps this was bull! Jill considered that prospect. Was she merely making all of this up to cover for the fact that she had gone along with a spontaneous, to hell with everything, free-spirited attitude? No, this was something she felt deeply.
She was beginning to mature. Her experiences had been numerous over the previous few years and she was feeling a great independent strain running through her. She had proven herself capable of dealing with whatever came up in her life. She answered back any snide comment she ever got from any of the boys in school. She felt assertive now.
And then she realized that someone was standing right behind the two of them.
Wendy stood up and moved away. "I really have to be going now." She never even looked up to see whose pair of legs stood behind her. She ran down the steps.
"I hope I didn't steer you wrong, honey," Jill cried out before turning around, ready to have angry words with the interloper who had so rudely intruded on their private conversation.
But when she stood up and turned around she saw that it was Eddie, the newest member of the football team, the boy she had sucked off underneath the grandstand.
"Sorry I interrupted there. I was just about to pass and I noticed you."
"Well," Jill said, looking toward Wendy walking down the street. "I think she heard enough of my bullshit for one day...if you'll forgive my French."
"It wasn't bullshit," he said. "I was passing and I heard a little of what you were telling her."
"Hey, come on," Jill said, really sounding annoyed. 'That was personal stuff. That concerned that girl there and you had no business listening in on it."
"I heartily apologize," he said in a sincere voice. "And I want to express my admiration for you."
"Hey, listen," the girl snarled with great hostility. "Are you ribbing me?"
"No. Quite sincerely I heard you expressing some very noble sentiments about individual choice and personal values. Now I hear you, not lecturing, but sending me a very clear message that you are a true person, faithful to friends, who values the privacy of others. These are values that I haven't seen much of since coming to this school."
"Oh, don't be so hard on this school," the girl said, latching on to something because she was embarrassed by the boy's compliments and wondering what they were leading to. "I always say that people find what they're looking for. If you only find people who are acting rotten then that must be what you're looking for."
He chuckled as he stepped into pace at her side and said, "Very true."
"Do you want something?" she asked him when they had walked a half block together.
She was curious about the answer to that question. The boy had been so unpleasant to her the last time they had spoken, which was the day she had sucked his cock and been fucked by the other football player, that she was startled by his sweetness now.
If it had been any other boy in school she would have immediately assumed that he wanted to fuck. But, there was something about Eddie that was certainly different.
He stopped walking and looked at her. "I'd like to take you out."
"Now?" she asked, laughing a little, expecting the rest of a proposition.
"Jill, I want to take you out on a real date. This is Friday. I'd like to pick you up at home at eight tonight and go somewhere with you for the evening."
"Go somewhere?" she asked, thinking he was just talking in euphemisms.
"I'll take you to a movie or to someplace where we can dance. Do you, like to dance?"
"I love dancing, but if we go to the disco on Main Street all the other kids from school will be there and they'll see you out there with me and I...."
Suddenly the girl found herself blushing. She realized that what she was saying to him was that she assumed he would be embarrassed to be seen out on a date with her, actually spending money on her, when in point of fact everyone knew what a slut she was.
If he took her to the disco there was a good chance that there would be two dozen boys there who had all fucked Jill. She looked into Eddie's eyes and tried to explain that to him.
"I would be honored to take you to the disco tonight, Jill. That's all there is to it."
There actually seemed to be a touch of anger in the boy's voice. He continued to walk with her. "You want to take me out dancing tonight? You really mean that?"
"If I ask a very beautiful girl to go out dancing with me I don't see any reason why she should think I'm making some sort of joke out of the invitation. You are beautiful, Jill."
She finally spoke the thought that had been eating away at her. "But, you know my reputation."
"I know your reputation. Maybe if I get to know you a little better I'll understand why and how you managed to get yourself into such a...stupid position as to...Oh, never mind. I told myself that it's none of my business, Jill. It isn't any of my business.
"Didn't I hear you telling that other girl on the school steps that we each just have to do what we want? Well, I want to take you out. I feel that I want to know you better. Why the hell should I let other people keep me from doing what I feel like doing?"
She laughed. Her smile then was one of relief. Then she shrugged her shoulders. She felt, for the first time in her life, that she was being courted. And she reacted to it as if she were some blushing virgin. Sexual invitations she could understand, but this was different.
"There's only one question here. Only one! You understand? The question is whether you want to go out with me tonight...to the disco...or whether you don't want to go out with me."
"I would very much like to go to the disco with you, Eddie. Thank you for asking me.
And, yes, you can pick me up at eight tonight. Do you know where I live?"
"No," the boy said. "But, since I'm walking you home now, I'll find out."
She looked at him. She realized that he had been walking along at her side. He pulled the bag from over her shoulder and tossed it over his shoulder, along with his school bag. Then he took the girl's hand and walked with her that way, holding hands.
Jill could hardly believe her situation. She was being walked home from school, holding hands with a boy, having that boy carry her books for her. It was like something out of a story about virginity and purity and innocence. She had to remind herself that she had been the school slut for years and was now working on a reputation as the town tramp.
But, glancing to her side, looking at Eddie, she knew that this boy didn't see her that way.
She squeezed his hand and he squeezed her hand in return. "So, tell me, what kind of music do you like?" So saying, Eddie actually started a conversation with Jill. Other boys had always just fucked her, but this boy was treating her like a human being. This boy was displaying an interest in her.
"I like any kind of music that's good," she said. "I dislike the stuff that's bad."
Eddie was laughing. "What a line. That's a perfect answer."
"Hey, you," she said, jokingly jabbing him in the arm. "I'm not kidding around. I really feel that way. I love a lot of disco. When a disco song is good, when it really gets you moving, there's nothing like it. But, I also love to listen to old recordings of the big bands from the forties. I love to hear classical music even though I don't know the names of most of the pieces that I hear. I like the good stuff."
There was a look on Eddie's face that seemed to tell the girl that he approved of her response, that he appreciated looking at her. "This is my house," she said, her eyes meeting his.
He turned and faced her, slipping her book bag from his shoulder and handing it back to her. His fingers touched her arm as he softly asked, "Has anyone ever made love to you?"
A million sensations suffused her body. She could feel heat in the walls of her pussy and at the same time she could also feel tears coming to her eyes.
She knew that the boy's question had been very serious. But, she tried to hold back the emotions. She chuckled and said, "After all the guys that I've been...."
"Stop it. Stop that right this instant, Jill. I asked you a question and you know what I meant by it. I asked you if anyone ever made love to you, really made love."
She looked down at her hand. He was still holding it gently in his. She squeezed his fingers. This was a response that she found herself incapable of giving.
'Tonight, I would like to make love to you. Once we've spent the evening together. Once we know each other a little better, Jill, I want to make love to you. I want you to know about that in advance because...I don't want to just fuck you.
"I know how many other guys have fucked you. I watched one doing it. I want more from you than you've given to any of them. I want to make complete, total love to you.
"Can you do it, Jill? I'm asking for the one virginity you still have left."
Tears welled up in her eyes and she turned from him, picking up her bag from the ground. As she started to go up the path, she heard him calling, "I'll see you at eight."
She wiped away the tears and called back, "I'll see you then." Then she ran inside. For all of her experience, for all of her sexual escapades, this school tramp was preparing for her first real date with the first boy who expressed a sincere interest in her. She felt like a little girl in the first stages of puppy love, and in many ways that was what she was.
CHAPTER FIVE
Wendy had a great deal to think about on her walk home and she knew that she couldn't just go directly home. She couldn't face her mother and respond to that woman's questions about the day when she knew that she was thinking about all the things Jill had told her.
She was thinking about sex, and she had already found out that sex was not a subject that mixed well with her family.
So, she started to walk home in a circuitous manner. She was glad that her parents never questioned her whereabouts in the afternoons. That was why she had been able to fool around on both those occasions with the two boys. Quite simply, her mother just considered that she was an hour or so late in getting home from school and that wasn't a serious matter.
Her father asked her about everything a little more thoroughly, but by the time he was home from work the girl had already been able to invent a believable story about a meeting of the school newspaper committee or a long talk with a girl after school.
Today she would tell her father that she had spoken with a girl after school. That would be the truth, since she had a conversation with Jill. But she would invent something else that the conversation was about. She would explain that Jill was a poor student and wanted some advice and encouragement. She actually felt evil for twisting things around that way.
But, meanwhile, she just needed to wander. She walked down one block and up another, always remaining in the general vicinity of the school. Then she walked down a particular block that she rarely took. She went past a garage and saw a man sitting on a chair that was leaning back against a wall.
She looked at the man. She couldn't help looking at the man. He was a fine example of masculine good looks. But, there was something wicked about his looks as well.
His features were hardly perfect. His hairy chest was displayed because the zipper at the top of his coveralls was pulled down a little bit. His hairy arms showed where the sleeves were rolled up. His hair was shaggy and curly and his beard was only partially grown in.
He rubbed his beard and he looked very directly at the girl who was looking at him.
She realized that their eyes were meeting and she turned away so that she could begin to walk down the street again. "Don't be embarrassed, little lady, just because you're so beautiful."
Then the girl stopped. Her back was turned toward the handsome garage mechanic who was on his break, but he could tell that she had certainly stopped. Earlier that day she certainly wouldn't have stopped. But, the conversation with Jill had been all about doing what she felt like doings enjoying herself, making her own decisions for herself.
She thought about the way the man had looked at her. He had looked at her with lust and longing in his eyes. Then she thought about the way he had looked to her. He was hot.
"No use just standing there, little lady. Why don't you join me?"
And she turned around and walked back toward him, smiling all the time. She leaned back against the wall and he continued to sit in his chair. His legs were spread and they were hanging down either side of the tipped back chair. He seemed to be dangling one hand between his legs so that his thumb was making contact with his dick.
He grinned up at her. "You're looking good today."
For an instant she thought about what sort of reply she wanted to make. And then she just went with her real feelings and she said what she was thinking. "So are you."
He started chuckling and offered her his hand. "I'm Harley."
"Wendy," she said, softly, taking his slightly greasy hand.
But, after the handshake he continued to hold her hand in his. "Did you ever sit inside a real Verdi Roadster, Wendy? The interior is all real leather, you know."
The girl didn't even know what that sort of car was, but she just shook her head.
"We have this Verdi Roadster that's in for a check-up. Would you like to get a good look at it?"
She only had to think for a moment before she nodded and replied, "Yes. Yes, I would."
And so she followed him inside the garage. They passed the older mechanic and that man looked at the two of them in a knowing way. Then Harley led the girl to the largest car in the place. It was all the way over by the far wall of the establishment. .
It was a two-tone car that was burgundy and cream. It was a large, gas-guzzling English car that had been one of the last of its kind, produced in the nineteen-sixties when there wasn't even much demand for such a model. But it was a masterpiece.
The girl was admiring it and wondering where in the community such a car could have been hidden. Actually, with the price of gas it was basically kept in the driveway of the rich man who owned it and used a smaller, more practical car to get around. It was only driven a few times a year, although the motor was started each day and a regular maintenance schedule was kept on the car. It was a pampered possession.
"Come on inside," Harley said as he watched the girl admiring the finish.
The girl turned to him and saw that he was opening the back door of the car and not the front door. She paused for a moment. She knew what would happen if she went into the back seat of that car. She knew that she was going to end up feeling Harley's thick cock.
It was her decision to make. She smiled as she made the decision.
The girl mumbled a sweet, "Thank you" as she stepped up into the back seat of the car. She sat down and she felt the comfortable seat supporting her and sinking under her at the same time. It was more elegant and sensual than most sofas she had sat on.
And when she inhaled she could smell the rich aroma of fresh wood and leather. She was astonished. The car was more than a dozen years old and yet the smell seemed to be of a new car with all new appointments. Then she turned as Harley slid in next to her and pulled the door shut.
"Did you notice that the windows are tinted from the outside. You and me can see out but nobody outside can see us in here," Harley said, grinning at the girl.
As he spoke he wrapped one arm up around her shoulder. He tried to pull her closer to him and she did not resist. "I guess you younger girls have got your acts more together now. Huh?"
"I'm trying to get my act together," she said.
He was moving against her. He was gently easing her backwards so that she was leaning on her back. And then he was on top of her. He was rubbing his body against her body.
She could feel the way his powerful chest was pressing down her breasts.
"It's always been kind of a dream of mine. How'd you like to share a dream, little lady?"
"Dream? What's the dream you want me to share?" she asked.
"I always dreamed of having a chance to do it in the back of a Verdi Roadster."
She grinned. She nodded. That was all that was needed. He was completely on top of her and he was opening her blouse. His hands were all over her. He was feeling everything he could feel. Once he peeled the blouse off her, he was enjoying the feeling of her arms and of the way the flesh was pulled taut against her collarbone.
He enjoyed the tight feeling of the soft flesh on her abdomen.
And then he reached around and opened her bra. He pulled it off and revealed the girl's nakedness. He leaned forward and kissed each nipple in turn. Harley felt this was special. After all, he was doing it in a Verdi Roadster so it had to be special.
He reached down for the girl's skirt and unfastened it. Then he slid it off her so that she was merely dressed in her panties. She had already kicked off her shoes.
As he pressed down on top of her she was aware of the throbbing stiffness of his cock that was pushing right up against the soft flesh of her body. He reached into the panties and brushed his fingers lightly against the delicate patch of wispy hairs that fringed her cunt lips.
Then he peeled the panties from her well-rounded hips. He slid them off so that the girl was completely naked. He lifted himself up from her body so that he could really look at her, lying there so sexual and so willing beneath him. "Great. Really great."
The girl knew that his remark was an assessment of her body and she smiled to hear it. She spread her legs and then the young stud unzipped his coveralls. He peeled them down to his waist quickly and then he manipulated his limbs so that he could get the single garment completely off his body. He was lying there with nothing on but his boots.
It was too difficult for him to take off his boots and socks.
She looked up at his body and then she reached up. She ran her elegant, youthful fingers over the hard definition of his body. She felt the curly hairs that covered his chest in such a strange pattern, defining each of his pectorals and then covering his belly as if it were a breastplate worn by a Roman soldier.
He enjoyed the feeling of the curious girl's fingers. He could tell from the way that she touched him that she wasn't that experienced in touching men. That excited him.
Although he wondered what her entire story was, he was satisfied with the mystery of the girl. He was able to get even more excited imagining'different options.
Then her fingers went all the way down to the base of his cock. She wrapped her fingers around the stiffness of the dick and then she started to stroke on it.
She looked up at his eyes as she worked her fingers up and down on the shaft.
"Kiss it, babe," the handsome garage mechanic hissed at the girl.
Leaning upward the girl brought her lips to the head of the cock. She pressed her lips there and as soon as she felt a droplet of pre-cum that was oozing out of the piss slit she brought her tongue to the spot and licked it away. It was something she wanted to do.
"Take it in your mouth. Wrap your hungry lips around it," he urged the girl. Her lips parted and formed themselves around the shape of the flared cock head. He could feel the tightness and the wetness of the lips. They seemed like hot, moist clay that had shaped itself around his own steaming steel rod. He was sure that the heat from his cock was going to cause the wet lips to melt completely around his staff.
Then he slid his dick forward, working his hips in the direction of the girl's face.
Her willing mouth permitted the long and hot shaft to enter. Her tongue was pressed down against her mouth and the flared head of the cock rubbed against the roof of her mouth.
She started to work her head up and down and up and down. She could feel the cock head slamming like a fist against the back of her throat each time she pushed her face forward in an effort to get the very base of the cock into her mouth.
But, she did it anyway. She wanted the cock in her throat. She wanted to suck on the whole thing.
Harley was aware of the earnest quality in everything the girl was doing for him. That was his great pleasure. Here was a beautiful young blonde innocent and she really wanted to suck his cock.
His fingers were brushing through her long blonde hair as her head moved up and back so fast that he was sure she was going to get whiplash. But then he pulled his hips back.
Her lips were left open, gaping, waiting for the cock to push forward again.
She looked up at the handsome stud, wondering why he had done what he had done.
His cock was so stiff that it seemed to be standing up under its own power. It was at an acute angle to his belly and looked like a threatening beast to the girl. It was glistening bright, even in the dim light inside the car, because of the wetness she had left there.
He moved down her body. His stiff cock slid down the middle of her body, between her beautifully formed breasts, along her belly, through the patch of delicately wispy hairs.
And then he was lying on top of her. There wasn't quite enough room for the two of them to stretch out all the way in the back seat of even this wonderful car. But, Harley seemed to be an old hand at doing things like this in the back seat of a car.
He pushed the girl's legs as far apart as they could go. He pushed her right leg up along the back of the seat. Then he pushed her left leg down so that it was dangling along the side of the seat. She was spread wide open. Her head was leaning back against one of the plush leather armrests at the side and it couldn't have been more comfortable.
Then he eased himself onto her. He was keeping his powerful chest off hers for the moment. His dick was his major concern and he wanted to get it inside where it belonged.
He pushed the head of his cock against the lips of her pussy. His boner was so stiff that it spread apart the moist flesh of her cunt and was soon pushing directly into her.
She felt an electric jolt rushing through her body in response to the pressure inside her. At that instant she knew that she didn't doubt the decision she had made, the decision to let the young stud take his pleasure from her body. The reason there was no doubt was that she was feeling such a peak of pleasure, such a delight of sexuality, that nothing could overshadow it.
And so, in spite of the awkward position in which she had her legs, she arched her hips up a little from the elegant leather upholstery. She could feel a ripping as her ass cheeks came unglued from the leather. The perspiration on her body had formed a chemical bond with the recently waxed leather of the surface. But, she came free of it.
Then, with her hips raised up in that way, she felt the cock pushing all the way into her.
The broad mushroom head of the dong pressed against the depths of her cunt. Then the cock pulled back out of her hot hole. The flared head brushed against her clitoris and excited it. And then the front of it slammed against the depths of her body again.
First there was the hot sensation when the prong pushed into her and then the throbbing sensation when it pulled out of her body. Everything was happening at once. It was dizzying.
And then the cock continued to slide in and out of the hot and wet pussy with more speed and alacrity. There was more and more juice. The pussy flesh got fuller and the hole he was fucking narrower, but there was a springy quality to the walls of the cunt.
He slammed in and he could feel the cunt walls giving way under the thrusting advance of his cock and then he could feel them wrapping together, pulling taut into the middle of the hole, each time his dick pulled back out of the hot orifice. He was pulling it back almost to the point where it was about to pull right out of the girl's body. But then he teased her and pushed it in again.
His movements became quicker. He could feel his own heart beating so heavily that he imagined it was similar to the sensation he would feel years later when he was older and would someday have a heart attack. He understood then why the French called the orgasm "the little death" for it was like a part of dying. He could feel part of his life about to burst out of him. But, then again, that was what sex was all about to begin with, wasn't it?
It seemed as though the creator, in order to make man willing to give up that little bit of his own life, willing to sacrifice that spark out of himself, wisely chose to make sex very much a pleasure, very much a delight. If sex didn't feel so wonderful it would probably be too much effort that most of us go through to get it.
Honestly, food is more accessible and attainable and, throughout most history, always has been. Sleep, the other human need, simply because it is self-contained, can only be denied for so long, even in the most vexing circumstances. But, sex, takes a while to get, seems like a complex process to go through, involves troublesome dealings with other humans, and certainly would not even exist if it didn't bring as much pleasure as it does.
All of that rushed through Harley's mind as he slammed his dick into the girl's hot hole and felt his juice rushing out of the head of it. He could feel his balls pulsating up and down against his body as the entire sperm-making machinery was thrown into high gear.
The girl felt the first intensely hot splattering of white spunk against the depths of her body and she felt her own pussy walls pulling taut around the head of the prong.
And then that pulling sensation which seemed to be suspended in time clasped the full walls of the pussy against the full length of the hard cock. The two of them were locked together in an intense orgasm. His body lost a good deal of strength and he felt himself collapsing down into her body. For a moment he felt as if her body was made of quicksand.
She could feel the pressure of his chest against her perfect, young breasts.
The girl was even aware of the man's heartbeat pounding against hers. She was aware that her heartbeat was taking on the same tempo as his. Or was it that his took on her tempo?
They were intertwined. Each body was having an effect on the other body.
Each time the dick pulsated and shot out a little more hot spunk, her pussy flesh would respond by pulling around the length of the cock. And so, the aftershocks of the two joint orgasms kept vibrating and reverberating, one after another and then another.
She responded to him and he responded to her. They were glued together, the perspiration on his chest sticking to the perspiration on the girl's body. He finally pulled up from her body and then slowly worked his dick out of her cunt. "There's more where that came from."
The girl laughed and started to slowly pull her legs back so that she could get in a comfortable position and get her clothes' back on. But, when she reached for her panties, he took her hand and stopped her. "Listen, what if the two of us drive to the beach now?"
"Are you kidding?" she asked, looking directly into his dark eyes.
"Kidding? What? I'll take this car and we'll go to the beach. We won't go in the water. The beach'll be deserted. We can do it right there on the beach. How does that sound?"
"I...You'll get in trouble for taking this car. Wouldn't you get in trouble?"
"Trouble? What for? I'd say that I had it out for a test drive. Anyway, I'm the best driver. I go eighty on the highway and never hit a thing." He laughed. "Oh, come on, kid."
She laughed. He sounded like an anxious child as he urged her.
But, the girl shook her head and said, "I have to get home. My folks will be...expecting me."
He took her hand and held it between both of his as he said, 'They were probably expecting you a long time before this, babe? How about it? It's not often that...."
"Please. Don't be mean," she said, pulling her hand free.
He watched her dressing. He understood what she meant. She didn't want to leave any more than he wanted her to go. But, she had made her second mature decision. She weighed the additional pleasure she would get with Harley against the problems that would be caused by such action.
Her decision came down against Harley this time and although she regretted it at the moment, she knew that it was for the best. She was pleased with herself.
The man held her close to his body for a long time, stopping her while she was in the process of dressing. She felt safe and secure and good with the man's arms around her.
He was planting kisses on top of her head as he softly intoned, "Hey, kid, I hope you'll be stopping by again." Then he turned her face toward his and said, "That may not sound like much to you. I mean, you may not think that I'm saying much by telling you that I hope you'll stop by again. But, I'm not any kind of sentimental guy. I'm a very earthy sort of guy, if you know what I mean. I don't usually say stuff like that."
She planted a kiss right on his lips. It was an impetuous act, but then again it was coming right on top of so many other impetuous acts on the girl's part.
Then she finished dressing and he pulled on his coveralls. They stepped out of the car. It was already beginning to get dark outside and the girl was terrified that she would be returning home a little too late to suit her parents. She was worried about being in trouble.
Harley saw the concern on the girl's face and when she explained he urged her back into the car, in the front seat this time. "Come on. I do have to take this for a spin."
"Please," the girl urged. "Don't go too close to my block."
She realized that he didn't know a thing about her strict father and her upbringing. He didn't realize that she wasn't permitted to see boys and was absolutely restricted from going on dates.
It sounded crazy to him to drop the girl off a few blocks from her house, but she practically jumped out of a moving car. He stopped when she opened the car door, screeching on the brakes. She stepped out in front of the bakery and leaned back into the car to say, "Thank you...for everything." Then she paused and added, "I'm sorry about not having time to go to the beach with you."
Then she grinned and turned her back on the car. It was with that broad grin on her face that she turned to look directly into her father's face. He was standing right there. In one hand was his briefcase and in the other hand was a bag from the bakery.
What had made the girl jump out of the car there where the young man was about to turn the corner to go down her block, she didn't know. She chose that spot. It seemed like a sensible place to get off. And here was her father who had just bought bread for dinner.
"And who was the young man who was driving the car?" In spite of the fact that the man started the sentence with the word 'and' it was certainly the opening of his conversation with his daughter.
She started to stammer. "Never mind that now. Your mother is back at home. I think this is something where both of us should be present to discuss the matter. Get into my car. I can drive you the rest of the way." She felt as if she were sentenced to be executed.
Her father drove her back to their own house without a word passing between them other than when he told her, "You take the bread into the house."
The girl felt her heart sinking. She was trying to invent a good version of the afternoon, but she felt so guilty about everything that she couldn't imagine what to say.
CHAPTER SIX
Jill got dressed for her date with Eddie. Then she took that outfit off and got dressed again. She went through half of her closet. The first things she put on were all very sexy. But then she kept trying different combinations. She saw herself in different ways.
There was a long skirt that an old aunt had given her. It was pure silk and it was very fine. But the girl hadn't .considered it sexy enough.
Now she put it on.
It was light tan and as she moved she watched the way the loose skirt moved, showing a leg now and clinging to her hip as she turned. She smiled at the image in the mirror.
Then she pulled on an old sweater. It was one that she had had for years. It had been her favorite for a long time. She never thought it was particularly sexy, but it was wonderfully comfortable, the most comfortable that the girl owned.
She stepped into a pair of sandals. How different this all was.
As she looked into the mirror she pulled her long, straight hair back and she tied a scarf in place to hold it in a pony tail. She started to laugh at the image in the mirror. Of all of the different outfits this was the strangest.
For the first time since she could remember she looked like a real teenage girl.
Just then her mother called upstairs, "Jill, the young man is here to see you."
She looked at the clock. Had it taken her that long? Then she looked at her bed and saw the pile of clothes she had been trying on. The answer was yes! She had been going at it for some time.
"Tell him I'll be down there in a minute," she called back.
For a moment the girl was terrified. It would take her forever to get ready. She had showered and she hadn't even put on her make up. She went over to her make up and she opened everything, flipping on the ring of lights around the small mirror.
But, as she looked at her face very close she paused. She realized that she was very beautiful. That had certainly never been a secret from the girl, but now she was stopping to appreciate the beauty. She looked down at all the different tubes and jars in front of her.
Then she picked out one eyeliner and she drew a little line right around her eyes. It was just a slight bit of emphasis to her eyelashes.
Then, without even putting any color on her lips she put two little dots of gloss and rubbed them in so that there would be a slight shimmer on her lips. Then she realized that her hair was still pulled back in a pony tail. She took one last look at the outfit she had put on, the one that made her look like a teenager.
Why not? That was the question. She had never gone out looking like this. She had chosen her own special look, that of a sultry woman of the world in spite of the fact that she was only sixteen. Now, why shouldn't she fix her hair like this and dress like this. It was a change of pace for her to look her own age, but somehow it seemed right for this night.
Slowly, she walked down the stairs to the living room. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
Eddie stood up when she came into the room. She felt like a million dollars.
Her mother stepped into the room with a dish of nuts and she stopped in her tracks when she saw the girl. Years before Jill's mother had come to accept the fact that her daughter was a trampy sort. She had fights with her daughter every once in a while about the way that the girl dressed and the way she acted. The older woman was stunned to see her daughter dressed in such a simple way.
But then her mother smiled. "You look lovely, Jill," she said.
Jill turned to her mother and tears almost came to her eyes. She couldn't remember a time when a boy had risen for her, a time when her mother had used that gentle tone with her.
"Thanks, Mom, but I was kind of hoping to hear it from him."
The girl's remark broke the momentary tension. Eddie took her hand and offered his other hand to the girl's mother. "It was a pleasure meeting you."
"Likewise, I'm sure," the older woman said as she shook the youth's hand. The two of them left the house and the mother looked up toward heaven, in her own motherly way, and said, "Maybe there's still a chance for my little girl to turn out okay?"
Eddie had his father's car with him and he ushered the girl into it. "We're gonna have a great night together."
She agreed with him. First they went to the disco. Everyone was stunned by the sight of Jill. They were used to the girl's efforts to look as flashy as possible and people were generally caught off their guard by the sight of the girl's understated outfit.
There were still a few giggled remarks about her by the more immature kids there. But, for the most part people started to treat her with a little more respect. They saw that she was carrying herself with respect and that Eddie treated her in that way.
The two of them were one of the main attractions that night.
Eddie and Jill danced together beautifully and when they were tired of dancing they went into the quieter lounge of the disco and they talked together. Jill couldn't remember when she had ever laughed so much. It wasn't that Eddie was telling jokes, but he had a good sense of humor about himself and about other people.
In response to her questions about his life, about his family, about his friends, he would tell her all sorts of colorful tales. His father had traveled around a great deal. The man was a consultant and so he was usually hired for two to four year jobs with companies.
"I had to learn to be very adaptive going from one school to another. It's been hard leaving one group of friends and having to find another, but I've kept up correspondence with the people who were worth knowing in the other cities. I feel that it's given me a chance to have an even wider group of friends than I might have had otherwise.
"But the other thing it's taught me is to be decisive and to be a good judge of people."
He didn't merely talk on and on about himself. He asked a great deal about the girl. He sincerely wanted to know about her feelings, about her life, about everything.
And she told him. She couldn't remember the last time someone had expressed this much interest in her.
She found herself laughing about her own life. His attitude of not taking himself too seriously turned out to be an infectious one since the girl soon got a hefty dose of it.
By the middle of that evening she had a feeling that Eddie knew her better than anyone else did. He probably did since she had been more open and honest with him than with anyone else.
He was holding her close when they left the disco. They both knew what they were going to do. But neither of them cared who guessed it. Whoever saw the two of them did not see a gloating boy who was on his way to a conquest along with a willing slut. They saw a beautifully affectionate couple who wanted to share something special with each other.
Silently they slipped into his father's car. He drove toward the park without asking the girl anything. They kept on glancing at each other and smiling.
When he stopped the car in a dark part of the park and turned toward the girl to hold her, he softly said, "You're shaking. You're not cold are you?"
She laughed to hide her nervousness. "I'm actually scared. Can you believe that? Me? After all I've been through why should I be scared now?"
He kissed her full on the mouth and held his lips there for a long moment, kept his lips there until he felt her body melting against his, relaxing next to his.
Then he looked right into her eyes and said, "You're scared because you promised to give me something special tonight. You know that I want your virginity."
The girl was about to speak, but he stopped her before she could and quickly added, "I know that you've fucked before. But you know that you never made love. You're a virgin as far as making love is concerned and I want that virginity, I want the real one."
She kissed the finger that he was pointing at her. She would give him what he wanted.
He pulled away from her and helped her out of the car. Then he took a large grey blanket from the trunk of the car and the two of them walked a slight distance behind some bushes.
He silently chose a spot and tossed the blanket down on the ground. She helped to even it out.
Then she knelt on the blanket and he knelt next to her. He started to plant little kisses all over her face and she responded to that. She was leaning back and he was moving forward so that he was pressing himself down against her body.
She was lying on her back and he was right on top of her. She could feel his powerful male body and the way all of his muscles moved under the hard flesh. She reached up and started to feel his body as if she had never felt a male body before.
Of course she had felt many of them, but this was the body of a young stud who wanted to love her, of someone who had cared about her. That made this body different for the girl.
And the way her body responded to his touch was different also.
He was working her clothes off her, effortlessly. He was undressing her and as he revealed each new part of her body he was planting kisses all over.
There were wet kisses planted on her breasts when he took off her blouse. There were wet kisses planted on the insides of her thighs when he took off her skirt.
But then, when she was undressed as far as her panties, she pulled away from him. She didn't want to play the role of the passive female who merely was a lump of flesh.
She urged the boy onto his back and she started to undress him. And just as he had done for her, she planted kisses on his flesh. It was a delight for her to kiss each of his nipples and to urge each of the bits of sensitive flesh to stand up completely erect.
Her tongue moved around and around each of the nipples. She rubbed her teeth from side to side against each of the nipples and she could feel the responsiveness of the flesh.
Then she took down his pants and she planted kisses on the insides of his thighs. She pulled on some of the hair that was on his thighs, using her teeth and nearly tugging it out of his flesh.
She even pressed her lips against the bulge in the front of his undershorts. She could taste the flavor of his cock that was inside the fabric. She wrapped her lips around the head of the cock through the fabric of his briefs.
But then it was his turn to push her away and to get her onto her back. He quickly tugged her panties down her legs. He did it so fast that she didn't even realize that it had happened. But then he leaned his head forward and he pressed his hungry lips against her cunt lips.
His tongue moved up one side of the cunt and then down the other. He could feel the moist droplets of dew that were on the cunt lips even before he could taste them.
Then the flavor filled his mouth and he was aware of the essence of femininity that was on his tongue. He delighted in the juice that was already oozing down his tongue.
Pushing his tongue to one side and then to the other side he was spreading the pussy lips apart. Then he pushed it directly forward and he could feel the inner labia clinging together. As he pushed, he could feel the flesh responding to the pressure of his tongue.
And then his tongue was strong enough and it managed to get the inner labia to spread open. He managed to get the tip of his tongue right up against the clitoris. He was making the little love button throb and grow under the efforts of his mouth muscle.
As he rubbed back and forth he was massaging her clit and she was responding.
The girl could feel the increased wetness in her pussy. She could feel the million sensations that seemed to jolt up her spine because of the contact with his tongue. What a thrill it was for her! She had never been eaten out before that!
Since Jill had always been used by boys, since she had never actually pursued her own pleasure, no boys had ever gone out of their way for her. She had always played the role of willing female, feeling fortunate to get what she got. Now she was learning that she was also a player in the game of sex! She had her rights to the same pleasures.
Her thighs were rubbing on either side of the boy's smoothly shaved face.
His tongue was so firmly implanted between the interior labia that the girl started to hump up and back on his face. She was riding his tongue. His tongue, meanwhile, was flexing and unflexing against the love button that was hidden away in the folds of her labia.
He could feel the sudden thickness of the pussy walls and he knew that all of his efforts were about to be rewarded. He felt the sudden pulling of the walls against his tongue and he felt the pressure that seemed to want to swallow up his tongue completely.
And then there wasf a rush of liquid. It drooled in puddles as the walls went back to normal and relaxed. He eased his tongue out of her wet and drippy hole.
Then he climbed on top of the girl and pulled his undershorts down along the way. His cock was stiff and erect. He pressed the head of it against the lips of her pussy and then he pushed forward into her body. Because she was so excited from the tonguing she had just received it was a simple matter for him to slide the full length of his stiff boner all the way into the depths of her hot twat. He started to ride from front to back and then back to front in her snatch.
He slid the length of his prong out of her cunt and then pushed the length back into her. That was quite a length that he had to travel and she felt a tingling sensation each time it slid back out of her. Then she felt an even greater tingling when it slammed into her.
Looking down at her face, he kissed her lips tenderly. His body was resting down on hers and only his hips were really putting in a great deal of effort. But, oh, what an effort his hips were performing. They were moving up and down like lightning.
His hips were driving his cock deep into her hole and then sliding it out.
She had her legs spread and they were tossed up in the air, held that way uncomfortably. In order to add to her comfort she wrapped her legs around the middle of the boy's torso.
Each of her naked heels was pressing against one of the boy's ass cheeks then. She could feel the motion that took place as he fucked her. Each time he pulled back out of her cunt she could feel the cheeks of his ass pulling apart and relaxing as they raised up in the air. Then each time he pushed back into her she could feel the tension that rushed through his body and caused the cheeks of his ass to pull tight together.
Because of the placement of her feet she was adding to the effort that he was exerting. Each time he pushed into her she pressed down on the cheeks of his ass a little harder and pushed him even harder into her body. Then when he pulled out of her she pushed against the ass cheeks, giving him some resistance from behind so that he would 'jackrabbit' back into her.
The two of them were locked together in that frenzied tempo and he seemed to be taking forever to cum. But, the girl didn't mind that at all. She rather liked it.
As he continued to fuck her hole she felt the friction getting to her. She felt the walls pulling tight. She knew that she was going to cum again. She looked up into his eyes.
It seemed as if he could read her orgasm in her eyes and he kissed her very hard.
His cock started to move in and out even faster helping to bring the friction over the verge of where it had been, helping to send even more of an electrical jolt into the walls of her hot pussy. She was on fire. She tossed her legs around his body even tighter than she had them before.
But, she couldn't hold him in place. Even though she was cumming, he continued to fuck in and out of her hotly pulsating cunt. She couldn't believe the height of pleasure toward which she was brought. Her nails dug into his shoulders.
Their bodies were both covered with perspiration. His chest was slapping repeatedly against her beautiful breasts. Her orgasm was drawn out longer and longer. Because he continued to fuck her, moving his dick even faster than he had been moving it, he was helping the girl's orgasm to continue well beyond the point where it would have and should have ended.
And even after the last traces of that orgasm had faded away, he was still fucking her.
His moving cock was working up an entirely new set of responses in her pussy. The girl was aware of the way the young stud had been working. He had been fucking her and before that he had sucked her cunt. He had already brought her off two times and he still hadn't reached his first orgasm. That was incredible to her.
She was used to boys who would fuck her when they wanted to and usually weren't even aware of whether or not she had cum. But, she knew that Eddie was better than that. Perhaps this was the first guy she had known who was this much better than that. He was interested in her as a person, he was turned on to her and he wanted to get to know her.
And so, the pleasures of his cock continued. He whispered in her ear, "Can you get off again?"
"With you? Definitely." It was tender by that time. She wasn't sure when the change had happened, but she was aware of the tenderness. She was aware of the way he was touching her and holding her, almost as if their mutual sexuality was on a new plane.
He was moving in and out of her at a rather slow pace as he softly murmured, "I can't hold back any...Ooooaaahh!" She knew what that meant. She understood it from his few cryptic words, but more than that she understood it from the sensation in her cunt.
She was aware of the cock throbbing inside her hole. She was aware of the explosion as the head of the cock flared out and splashed hot wetness against the depths of her cunt.
And she was even more aware of the immediate reaction that she had to that. She was aware of the way in which the pussy flesh pulled taut around the hot rammer that was stuffed inside.
This time the two of them were cumming together. They were sharing that most perfect moment.
It was a long moment before he pulled out of her. They had remained lying there as if they were going to fall asleep just like that. Even when he pulled his dick free of her hole the two of them remained wrapped in each other's arms, naked, as they were.
"I guess we better get dressed and get you home and safe in bed."
She smiled as she started to dress slowly. The boy really had taken the one virginity she had left to give up. He had made love to her as no one had ever done before that.
When they were both dressed, he started to get up, but she stopped him, putting a restraining hand on his arm as she asked, "Why, Eddie? Why did you want to do this?"
"Because you're beautiful. Isn't that enough reason, Jill?"
She shook her head. "It's more than just this sex act that I'm talking about. I'm talking about all the other things as well. Why were you so angry with me at first? Why did you ask me out? Why have you shown so much interest in me now? I don't understand."
"Well, I've been stressing honesty, so I guess I'd better tell you everything in as honest a way as I know how, Jill." He paused and stared off into the darkness before continuing, "I was very attracted to you when I first saw you around the school. I noticed you looking at me and I was preparing, first chance I got, to ask you out on a date.
"When I saw you watching the football practice and then when I knew for sure that you were watching me, I was really excited that it would give me a chance to introduce myself to you and ask you out. That was why I faked that injury, in fact."
He chuckled at the girl's surprise. She hadn't realized that he had been so sneaky.
"But, it seemed that you were ready for sex on the spot. Of course you caught me off my guard. I wanted to shout at you and tell you what a fool you were being, to tell you that I was interested in getting to know you and that you didn't have to take me with pure sex. But, you never gave me time for that. You were too anxious for it."
This part of the story embarrassed the girl. She looked down at her hands as he continued, 'Then when Frank became part of the sex scene and you were taking on both cocks at once I found myself feeling angry with you. I didn't want you to be that way. I had seen you from a distance and I guess I had a notion of what I was hoping you would turn out to be.
"I thought about that for a little while. It really ate away at me. But, then I realized that if I wanted to go out with you, if I wanted to spend an evening with you, then why in hell should I let anything stand in my way. I should go out with you, right?
"It was just a coincidence that I heard you talking to that other girl and telling her that people should weigh all the pleasures against the pains, all the advantages against the disadvantages, and then do what they really wanted to do.
"So, tonight I did what I really wanted to do. I'm glad I did it. I'm glad I asked you out. I'm glad I've gotten a chance to know you better. I'm very glad that we made love here on the ground in the park." Then he stood up and helped the girl up.
But, when she stood up next to him, she asked, "About my being the school...."
"Tramp? Whore? Is that what you're trying to say? You have a reputation around the school. The guys think you're an easy lay."
Eddie shrugged his shoulders. "You've had sex with a lot of the guys in school. Well, then, I should feel complimented if you enjoy it so much with me. After all, you must have some basis for comparison by this time."
The girl laughed as she embraced the boy. He had a strange power of making everything seem right, making everything seem natural. But, Jill was beginning to wonder, maybe the power wasn't him. She had done the same thing for Wendy when she was advising the blonde girl about her life. Perhaps, the fact was that everything really was okay.
So, she had fucked with a lot of the boys from the school. So what?
The two of them drove out of the park laughing together.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Wendy was given plenty of chance to get as nervous as she could ever be.
Finally, dinner was over. She hadn't touched a bite. Her father called Wendy and her mother into the library that was at the front of th house. The girl was the only one who was left standing in the room as her two parents watched her.
"Where were you after school today?" her father asked the girl.
"I was talking with a girl who's in two of my classes. Her name is Jill. She and I kept talking longer and longer and I apologize, sir, that I forgot what time it...."
"And who was that strange, unshaven man who was driving the large foreign car?"
"Oh. That was Jill's older brother...Harley." It wasn't easy for the girl to lie, but she knew that the alternative to lying would be severe punishment from her father.
"And what was Harley doing with that large car?" the man asked.
"He works in a garage and he said that he would drive me home because he had to take that car for a test drive anyway and it was so late and I was concerned about...."
"How did you and this person, Jill, get to her brother's garage?"
There was a cold and cruel edge in the man's voice. He sounded as if there was a raging fury in there. The girl looked at him. Had he guessed? Could he guess? She wondered.
Her mother was a little milder as she interrupted. "Why don't you describe the entire afternoon to us in your own words and then your father will see if there are any more questions that he has for you."
The girl nodded and wished that she would be permitted to sit down. But, she began, "This girl, Jill, asked me to talk to her after school. You see, she's not a very good student and she needed help in a number of areas. I talked with her and found out that she's really very intelligent. For a long time the two of us just sat on the steps of the school and talked.
"Then we started to walk and she told me that her brother worked in the garage that was down the block and that we could have a quiet place to sit down there. There's this quiet spot that's not dirty over to...uh, one side of the place...." She felt herself turning red.
Her eyes met her father's and then she looked away from his eyes. She was looking down at the floor as she said, "Since Jill and I were inside I hadn't seen what time it was and when I realized how late it was Harley offered to drive us both home.
"Jill was in the car with us but he dropped her off first. You see, he was going to go back to the garage. Harley and I were only in the car together...alone...for a few blocks, for less than a minute." The girl was trying desperately to cover all bases, to answer any questions that her father might have. "And I told him to drop me off there, two blocks from the house, just because I knew that if you saw me in a car like that...Well, you're always so suspicious of me and I don't give you any...."
"Silence. I've heard enough!" the man snapped. "But, tell me this, what was that remark you made to him about not having time to go to the beach with him today?"
The girl's jaw dropped open. She hadn't realized that her father was quite that close to her when she had been at the door of the car. Her face went white and then she tried to get her wits together as she said, "That was nothing but a joke. Of course it was a joke. Look at how chilly it is now. We couldn't go to the beach."
Her father was silent. He stood up and walked to the bookshelf that was directly behind his desk. He pulled a bible from the shelf and he brought it to the girl. Then he took her right hand and pressed it against the bible's cover. He looked deep into his daughter's terrified eyes and softly said, "You tell me now that every word you said was the truth."
Wendy started to shake as if she were struck with violent tremors. She couldn't speak.
He raised his voice as he said, "I want to see if you'll lie with your hand on the bible."
The girl started to shake even more violently. Her body was rattling.
And then the man screamed, "You were involved with some uncleanness with that vile, unshaven man in the car!"
"Ye-e-e-e-es!" she screamed in a piercing voice as she fell to her knees and collapsed in tears. Her hand was still held firmly to the cover of the bible. She felt completely drained and defeated. She felt as if the hand that was on the bible was paralyzed.
Her mother, with maternal instincts, rose on the other side of the room. But, the man who was standing over the girl held up a warning hand to let the woman know that she was not to intrude. "The only thing left now is the punishment and that will be my job."
Wendy couldn't even see. She was blinded by tears. Her whole body had collapsed, except for her right hand which was still held onto the cover of the bible. But she heard the door of the room slamming shut. She knew that her mother had just walked out of the room. She was completely in her father's power then.
He pushed the girl across the room and then he grabbed her by her hair so that she screamed again. He leaned back against the small sofa in that room and he tossed her over his lap. She struggled because everything was happening so fast.
The man smacked her face. "You take care. You remember that I'm your father."
And then she was defeated again. She remained tossed across his lap as he started to spank her. He slapped repeatedly against her ass cheeks. He tossed up her skirt and used his bare hand on the thinly clad cheeks of her bottom.
She could feel the fabric of her panties actually sticking to her ass cheeks because of the perspiration on her body and the wetness of his palms intermingling.
And then she was aware of the movement of her father's body beneath hers. She was aware that his throbbing erection was locked inside his pants and was pressing up against her body. Wendy felt as if a little light bulb of perception had just gone on inside her head. She had been spanked often in the past by her father. He had never spanked her with quite this fury and this frenzy of passion in his actions. But he had certainly spanked her.
This was the first time that the man was spanking her since she had had experienced with sex. She knew where a man's cock was now. She knew what a cock looked like. And she was able to tell that she was feeling her father's stiffness against her body.
She tensed up as she felt the spanking continue. Her father was pressing her down against his boner.
He could tell that she was no longer fighting him. Her body was no longer responding to anything. She was just taking it. He pushed her from his lap and she fell onto the floor. When her battered ass cheeks made contact with the carpet on the floor of the room, she cried out and looked up at her father, her jaw set tightly.
"I know, Father. I know that you were getting your thrill from that."
He gasped. "How dare you? How dare you have the impudence to...."
"Look at the front of your pants. You're excited from spanking me over your lap."
But before she could say anything else, he pushed her onto her back and ripped at her panties. He was right on top of her and he pressed his body hard against hers.
"You're a slut. You know all the workings of the male body, don't you, slut?"
He pulled at his zipper and even as she struggled she could feel the flesh of his hot cock, as hard as she had accused it of being, right against the inside of her thighs.
"I always knew you would grow into a slut. I always knew you would...."
She pulled her legs together, but he was stronger than she was. He slapped her and pushed at her and then he had her spread apart. "A slut at your age."
"You're my father. What are you doing? Daddy, how can you...."
Then she froze to silence as she felt the flared head of her father's cock right up against the lips of her tender pussy. Tears were on her face but they even stopped flowing from her eyes. The cock head pushed inside her cunt lips and pressed forward.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Wendy summoned up all her girlish strength in that moment. She pushed her father away from her and he hit his head on the wooden arm of a large easy chair.
For a moment the man was stunned and that was the moment that the girl needed. She leaped to her feet and pulled the door open, screaming, "Mother! Come here! Mother!"
The screams from the girl were so shrill, so terrifying, that the woman came rushing from the kitchen, a dish towel in her hands. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the condition of her daughter, her clothes ripped as she stood at the doorway of the library.
"I just want you to see the kind of pig he is! I want you to see the kind of liar and hypocrite he is!" the girl screamed right in her mother's face. "He tried to rape me."
"You little slut!" the man screamed as he jumped to his feet. His penis was still out of his fly as he rushed behind his daughter. But she turned the corner of the hall and pushed the telephone table at her father. He collapsed back right into her mother.
The woman had been silent until then. Now she grunted as she fell to the floor with the weight of her husband on top of her. Meanwhile the girl ran up the stairs to her bedroom.
She didn't have any clear plan of what she was going to do. She rushed to her bedroom, knowing that she wanted to get out of the house and that she needed some clothes. She started to put some things in the first little bag she found. She pulled on a clean, unripped pair of panties and a different skirt. Then she ran down the stairs.
Her mother and father were screaming at each other. The girl paused there and realized that her parents weren't even considering her. They hadn't even come after her. She had another few minutes to do with as she pleased, so she picked up the phone and called the police.
Wendy's voice was calm and soft as she said, "I would like to report a man who has gone mad. He's been beating his child and is now beating his wife." Then she gave the address.
Still none of them had paid any attention to her. She walked out the front door with her bag over her shoulder and she left the door standing open to make it easier for the police. She could hear, toward the back of the house, that her father was slamming her mother all around the room. Just then she saw the police car pulling up to the house and the men in uniform running into the open door. She turned the corner knowing that her mother would be taken care of and that her father would be taken care of as well.
Then she started to walk faster. She hoped that they wouldn't try to look for her.
Now that she was out on the street, she wondered where she was heading toward. She was really confused about what to do next. She had no one to advise her.
Wendy decided to take a chance an d go past the garage. Perhaps it was still open. Perhaps Harley was there. She walked by and Harley was just locking everything up.
"Hey, this is a surprise. But, I was just about to head home now, small stuff."
When he paused and really looked at her, he realized that there was something terribly wrong. He came closer to the girl and asked, "Are you in trouble, kid?"
She nodded her head and he put his arms around her. "You wanna tell me about it?"
"Don't you have to get home?" she asked, her voice cracking a little.
"I've gotten home late in the past. That's okay," he said, putting one arm around her and walking her to his car.
He slid the girl into the car and the two of them sat there talking. She told him about the strict way her father had raised her, refusing to permit her to date boys or anything and always suspicious of her actions. Then she told him that her father had seen her getting out of the car and had put her through the mill with a terrible questioning.
"It was as if he could read my mind, as if he knew everything."
"Maybe it was just that you let him know everything because you were so scared, or you let him know everything because you were tired of playing his game with him."
"I don't know. Anything is possible. I guess I do feel a certain relief now. I'm scared of the future, but...strangely enough, for the first time in my life I'm not scared of my father."
He started to drive and he drove toward the beach. "I've never actually been on the beach at night," the girl said.
The two of them took off their shoes and walked on the moonlit beach together. Harley had his arms around the girl as they walked together. Then they sank together into the sand.
She rolled onto her back, willingly. She wanted him. "You said that you had another load for me," the girl said, smiling playfully at the handsome young mechanic.
He rolled on top of her and his hands were brushing sensually over her body as he undressed her, one article at a time. Soon she was naked. He was no longer wearing his coveralls, but had changed into his regular clothes. They took a little longer to remove. But, since it was just his shirt and his pants, without any underclothes, that was simple enough.
Pressing their bodies together in the sand, she could feel the heat of his thick cock.
But then he pulled away from her and he pulled her up. "Let's go in the water."
"Now? Isn't it too chilly?" she asked him, trying to pull away playfully.
"Chilly? It's...invigorating!" he announced with a laugh.
She looked at his handsome body, the throbbing cock bouncing up and down in front of him, and she knew that she wanted to follow him. If he said it was okay, then it was okay.
And so, as he stepped into the wave that moved over her feet, she followed him into the black water of the ocean. The two of them shivered when the water was up to their knees, but then he pulled her further in so that her whole body was covered with the next wave.
Somehow it seemed to be getting warmer for them. They seemed to be getting used to the wetness.
And it was very special because the hairy young stud was rubbing his body right up against her body. He was pressing his dick against her body and grinding his hips.
Then he leaned the girl back and he pushed the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy. She could feel the stiffness and she met his eyes as she said, "I can't believe it's hard."
"Why not, babe? Don't you know that you turn me on and get me hard?"
"But, the water is so cold and the night air and...." She laughed.
"But then there's you, babe. And that makes all the difference." He slid his dick further into her cunt and then he pulled on her legs. She realized that he was trying to manipulate her into a strange position and she helped him along with it.
He wrapped her legs around his body so that her feet were pressed against his ass cheeks. He was supporting her weight completely. It was made a little bit easier because of the water that helped her to float a bit, but it was still a feat of strength in the girl's eyes.
Then, not only did he manage to hold her up in that position, but he also managed to work his dick in and out of her hot hole. He started to bounce her up and down on the length of his hard prong. She felt wild ecstasy going through her pussy slit.
Each time he pulled out there was the lubrication of her cunt and there was also a tickling sensation because of the salt water that was playing against the tender, wet flesh.
When he pushed into her he was pushing some of that salt water inside her hot hole, but when he slammed the full length of his cock all the way into her delicate cunt she could feel the salt water squishing out of the sides. There was no more room for it.
She had heard of people having salt rubbed into their wounds. She knew that salt on tender flesh made it all the more tender, made the person all the more aware of it. She felt as if crystals of salt were being pushed, being massaged deep into the folds of her wet pussy walls. She really wasn't sure whether she hated it or loved it. But, that hardly mattered to her. Her pussy was being excited in a brand new way and that was really something.
She knew that she was on the verge of cumming. In spite of the coldness of the night water she could feel a heat that was much more powerful, a heat that was centered deep in the inner recesses of her body, a heat that was rising up from those recesses.
And that heat reached a boiling point until it became an explosion.
Then she felt her cunt flesh pulling taut around the shaft of the thick cock. It tugged on the stiff tool and pulled it forward into her body. She felt the first pulsating throb that told her that Harley was cumming. And then the rest of the throbbing movements were lost to her.
As soon as Harley started to cum, he felt as if the sand under his feet, already completely covering his feet because of the movement of the water back and forth, had given way.
A wave pulled back at his body and he lost his balance. His knees were weak because he was just starting to cum. And then just as he started to lose his balance, the wave slammed back at him in the other direction and he fell under the water.
The girl also went under the water. What a strange animal the two of them made, gasping for breath, struggling for life, his cock locked inside her pussy, the two of them glued together.
And so it was quite a struggle. Instinctively knowing that the beach was to his right, Harley struggled to pull toward the right, taking the girl with him. ' It only took a moment and the two of them were gasping for air on the muddy sand as the wave pulled back from them. As soon as they looked at each other, they both started to laugh.
"That will go down as one of the most memorable orgasms I've ever had," Harley chuckled.
"You almost got both of us killed," the girl said in spite of her laughter.
He ran naked and shivering to his car and got a big towel from the back. The two of them pressed together for warmth as they dried off. He held her inside the towel, naked, for a long time. Then they eased down onto the sand of the beach.
"I don't know where I'm gonna go to now," the girl said. "I can't go home."
"I wish there was something I could tell you, kid. But, I don't know any better than you do. You don't have any other relatives or anything that you could turn to."
The girl looked at him. She had been hoping for an invitation from the man. She shook her head. He handed her, her clothes and told her to get dressed.
When they got into his car, she didn't know where they were going. He stopped the car at a motel that was right near the beach, right along the main road that ran all the way through the town. "At least there'll be someplace warm for you to sleep tonight."
"What about your place?" she finally asked, sorry she had spoken even as she was glad she had spoken.
He didn't meet her eyes as he said, "No. That wouldn't be a good idea."
Then he got out of the car and went in to get a room. He cam e back with the key and brought the girl to the room. "Get a good night's sleep," he said as he ushered her inside. ' "Wait. Aren't you going to stay here with me?" she asked him.
He shook his head and softly replied, "I...have to get going. I'm late."
She reached up to embrace him, but he pulled away, distant now. He reached into his wallet and took out twenty dollars. He tossed it on the dresser and said, "You'll need that."
"No. That makes me feel like a...." She couldn't even say it. She knew about women who had sex for money. She was not that kind. She could never imagine herself as being that kind. She tried to hand the money back to him, but he pulled away from her. "I can't."
"Hey, come on, kid. Don't be silly. What are you gonna eat on tomorrow? Where are you gonna go? This room is paid for, but only until noon tomorrow." He paused now that she was no longer protesting. "If you decide to go back to your parents then I wish you a lot of luck. You do what's best for you. I just don't wanna see you caught in a bind because you don't have enough money to let you eat. You know, kid?
"Consider it a loan," he said, edging back toward the door, anxious to leave.
She stepped toward him, not sure how to respond, and finally she said, "Thank you."
"It's okay, kid. Thank you for a lot of fun." Then he rushed out of the room.
She didn't sleep well that night. There were too many things on her mind. She was thinking about the scene with her father, the way his prick had almost entered her body. She was thinking about the orgasm she had shared with Harley, the wave pulling her under and almost drowning her at that moment of supreme excitement.
But, most of all, she was thinking about the way that Harley had left her there. He had to leave, he said. He had given her money and made her feel like a whore.
The following morning she didn't know where she was going to go or what she was going to do. As long as she had the room until noon, she figured she would stay there. They brought her coffee and danish from the motel and she didn't have to pay for that.
She walked up to the beach in the afternoon and then decided to take the bus into the heart of town. There was only one person she felt she could turn to and that was Jill. She felt that she needed to find Jill at some point during the day.
Saturday afternoon there was a football practice on the playing field next to the school. Jill hadn't told Eddie that she was going to be there to watch him, but she went.
When he saw her in the grandstand, he waved to her and smiled. She smiled knowing that he was acknowledging her in that way. During the practice she was only watching Eddie. Frank ran over to her and she didn't even notice. He leaned near her and said, "I'm through out there."
"Oh. Hello, Frank. Yeah. So, if you're through you can go for a shower, can't you?"
"Well, how about it? You wanna have a little fun?" he asked her.
"No. Excuse me, Frank. I'm waiting for someone," the girl said, moving away.
But he moved after her as he asked, "Hey, what the fuck is this? Since when did you become snotty and picky around me? You didn't complain about the size of my dick last time."
"I'm not snotty and picky, Frank. But I am a human being and I have a right to do what I want to do. When I don't want to do something I have a right to that also."
"Oh, come on. You know that you've made your cunt common property."
As the boy said that, he pushed one hand between the girl's legs. She pulled away and slapped his face. But he slapped her face as soon as she had slapped his.
Then they both turned at the same time because they heard the coach shouting, "Kelly!" They saw the reason for the coach's shouting. Eddie Kelly was running toward the grandstand. But the large freckle-faced boy couldn't be stopped. He ran directly to the grandstand and immediately grabbed Frank around the middle and pulled him right off his seat.
Frank was thrown down two tiers of seats and onto the ground.
"I don't like bullies, Frank. If you wanna slap somebody you can slap me."
The entire football team was gathered around the two young studs. The girl was standing at her seat in the grandstand. "You wanna stand up for that slut?" Frank snarled up at Eddie.
Eddie slammed into the boy as he shouted, "Jill is a lady! She is a person! She is a human being!" As he made each statement, he slammed Frank's head against the ground.
The coach's whistle had been blasting repeatedly throughout and now the coach pushed the boys out of the way and came two the two combatants. "Pull them apart. Pull them apart."
As the coach pulled Frank away from his adversary, two other boys held Eddie in place.
"You don't have to hold me," Eddie said in a very calm voice. "I'm not the one who's going wild. I'm perfectly calm and cool, coach." His eyes pierced right through Frank.
Jill was still watching all this. She was right next to the action, but didn't know what to do.
It was the coach who first looked over at the girl. "Littie lady," he said, causing the entire rest of the team to look toward Jill as well, "I knew that if you continued to hang around here you'd only cause trouble between my players. I'll have you kicked out of the school for the slut you are if I see you at any more of my practices and...."
"Coach, if you don't shut up I'll slam my fist into your jaw so that you never forget it," Eddie said in a perfectly calm and controlled tone of voice, shifting his gaze from Frank to the coach.
"Wh-wh-what was that?" the coach sputtered. "I'll have you kicked off the team for that impudence. I'll report you to the dean. I'll get you kicked out of school...."
Eddie was shaking his head as he said, "That's fine. And I'll report you to the school board for publicly besmirching the reputation of a female student. As for the team, I quit. I have no desire to be on a team led by a man with such small-minded attitudes."
"Kelly, I'll deal with you on Monday. For now, get to the showers and...."
"You will deal with me now. Because, what I have to say is for you and the whole team to hear. You've already embarrassed Jill enough," he said, turning toward the girl who was standing there. "I will try not to embarrass her too much more. I just want to tell you great big threatening guys that this young woman is a person, a human being.
"If she has decided in the past to do certain things which any of you consider either immoral or else hysterically funny so that you either want to raise your eyebrows in dismay or else giggle behind your hands, that's your problem and not hers. She did whatever she wanted to do and it was her business and not yours. Is that understood?
The entire football team was silent. They couldn't believe that they were hearing a lecture from their newest member which was actually a defense of sluttish behavior.
"However, if anyone wishes to insult her or to bother her for the rest of the time that she's in this school, I want it known that that person will answer to me."
Eddie paused and looked right at the coach. "I hate physical violence. I hate having to get into a fight. But, just be informed that anyone who insults or bothers Jill will get his face mashed in by my fist. I've done that before and I can do it again." t The football players were all looking at each other and finally one of them in the back of the group called out, "Hey, Eddie, we don't wanna insult the girl."
"Yeah, man. We only make jokes in good fun. Hell, I always liked Jill."
"Sure. We all think Jill is great." One person spoke in unison with another. All the boys were trying to ease the tension and they were all extending their hands to Eddie and to Jill.
Eddie turned and smiled at Jill. The smile on her face seemed to be mixed with tears of gratitude. Now, truly, she felt that she was getting a new opportunity at life.
Then she realized that someone had taken her hand. Attention turned toward Jill. Eddie took one step forward. Frank was holding Jill's hand in his. Frank turned and was aware of the fact that everyone was looking at him. He avoided Eddie's gaze. He didn't like to face a winner, someone who had beat him in a fight. He felt humiliated by that and he didn't want anyone to think he was doing what he was doing out of humiliation.
Looking right at Jill, he said, "I apologize, Jill. I didn't mean any harm."
"Thank you, Frank. I accept your apology," Jill said, heartily shaking his hand.
There was a cheer from the crowd of boys that had gathered around. Somehow the coach had disappeared through the group and was now standing further on the field. He blew his whistle and said, "This is a practice. We're all here to practice and that includes you, Kelly."
All the boys were running toward the coach, but Eddie remained on the grandstand and called back, "You forgot that I quit the team, coach." He put his arms around Jill.
"Okay, but we'll talk about that on Monday. In the meantime, I want you...."
But, even as the coach was talking, Eddie started to walk away with Jill at his side. He was completely ignoring the coach. If that man couldn't be polite, then Eddie didn't want to have anything to do with him.
Jill had never felt more complete. Somehow she felt that she now had respect in the school, even if that respect depended on Eddie's fists. She was walking a little prouder and when she did that her breasts seemed to jut out even more in front. She and Eddie embraced each other and then he pulled away from her, laughing as he said, "I'll get you messy from my football uniform."
"Do you think I care?" she asked, laughing along with him as he pushed her away from the locker room door.
"How about turning over a new leaf now, Jill, and not going into the locker room along with me?"
She stood at the door of the boys' locker room, thinking about the handsome young stud inside the place, and about the pleasure she would share with him.
Jill didn't know that Wendy was looking for her at that moment. Wendy had gone to Jill's house and the black-haired girl's mother had told her that Jill was at the football practice.
But because Jill left with Eddie, she was no longer there when Wendy arrived.
Wandering near the school, Wendy went by the garage. She went in and saw the older mechanic there. She asked him if Harley was there that day and he stopped his work.
"Could I have a little talk with you, girly?" he said, motioning her to the corner.
She followed him and he softly said, "I know that Harley has a taste for the young ones and you surely are a pretty child. But, I don't like to see the same girl coming back here more than one or two times, you see. Harley has a wife back at home and...."
"A wife?" She was sorry she had blurted that out as quickly as she had.
"Then you really didn't know?" the man asked, his tone a little kinder by that time. "Maybe I've done a rotten thing by telling you, but maybe it's a blessed thing I've done.
"You see, his wife is pregnant now with another baby and he's a horny little bastard. But, his wife can't put out for him now, if you'll forgive my French, so he's...."
"It's okay...." she said, backing out of the garage. "I'm sorry...."
It was late in the afternoon, Wendy still didn't know what to do. She still couldn't find Jill. Even if she had found Jill, what difference would it have made? There was nothing that the other girl could have advised or done in this situation.
So, Wendy got on the next bus that was heading for Los Angeles. She figured it wouldn't be too late at night when she arrived there. She would still have some money left from the twenty Harley had given her. She would just have to figure out what to do once she was there.
Once she was on the bus she didn't turn around to look at her town. "Maybe I'll never see it again," she said to herself. "I'll be damned if I care." She sat up tall in her seat in spite of her tears. Maybe she never would see her town again as long as she lived.
EPILOGUE Jill's love for Eddie and his love for her was not an undying and romantic thing.
But, it was a mature and healthy thing, something which permitted both of them to grow a great deal. It was a supportive and warm thing. Jill felt that she was beautiful now without make up. She suddenly felt that her world wasn't filled with enemies.
And because she smiled more, because she found it easier to smile when she was at school, she was a different person. She had more friends. Girls were at ease with her then.
The following year Eddie went away to college and the two of them kept up a correspondence. For sometime, Jill didn't go out on any dates with any boys. She considered herself to be Eddie's girlfriend. But, after he spent Christmas vacation back in town and the two of them had some time together they realized that they were holding onto their relationship when it was time for each of them to let go and move on.
But now when the girl started seeing other boys, she had more of an opinion of herself than she had had before. Eddie had given her a great deal. He had left her more than he had taken from her. In spite of the loneliness she felt when she and Eddie split up, the loneliness she felt over no longer having a boyfriend, no longer being able to say that she had a boyfriend, she felt good about a lot of things.
She was very selective about which boys she dated and when she dated them she made it clear right at the outset that in spite of her experience with sex she only intended to have sex if she liked the person enough and if the time was right for her to enjoy it.
Life was very different for her now that she was a real individual.
Wendy was not nearly so fortunate. Her life, due to the lack of understanding and the sexual repression of her religious father, became sheer hell!
She knew that she couldn't return home. She joined the throng of young runaway girls who arrived each day in Los Angeles. The first day she was there she was willing to take any kind of job she could find. She didn't care if she had to wash dishes or anything.
By the second day she knew that there was only one kind of job she could get. She had slept the previous night in a park and she had used her last bit of. money for a little food that morning. She needed to become a prostitute and that was all there was to it.
The only option to prostitution was to return to her father, but she knew that would be impossible. She remembered the way he had spanked her, the way he had tried to rape her, the way he had slammed the bible against the side of her head as if that would push his hypocritical morality into her! She could never see him again.
Each girl was on her own path, each path had led them through their reputations as the school slut, the town's easy lay. With love Jill was on a good path. With repression and small-minded hatred, Wendy had ended up on the path of destruction.
Jill was a student at the local junior college. She didn't feel that she had the brains to go through four years of college, but she decided to pursue this special degree that would lead her directly into a job.
One of the boys in her class was tall and handsome and very bright. She set her sights for him, knowing that all of the other girls wanted him as well. But Jill was the one who got him. The two of them were married a week after graduation from school.
She was twenty at the time and he was twenty-one. He knew about her earlier reputation. He knew that she had once been' notorious as the whore in her high school. But, he didn't care. He liked the fact that she felt she could be honest about those things.
The two of them had a beautiful marriage together. They were always open and willing to experiment with new things. One night when they were lying in bed together, pressing their bodies tightly, the young man asked, "Have you ever done it with a guy and a girl together?"
Jill laughed and said, "Have you done it with two girls at once?"
Chuckling along, Oscar said, "As a matter of fact when I was a teenager there were these two older gals, both in college, who started to work on me at the same time, but that's a whole other story to get into. I was wondering about you?"
"I never even did it with a woman, although I'll admit that I've thought about it."
When she saw the way Oscar was smiling, she cut him off before he had a chance to speak and she said, "I can tell that you've thought about it also."
"Well, it might be fun to bring home another woman. I could pick up a hooker from Sunset Boulevard on my way home from work and the three of us could have a little party together."
"It is your birthday next week," the young woman said, thoughtfully.
"I knew you'd agree to go along with it," he laughed, kissing her. "But we have to decide just what I want to find."
That was easy for them to decide. Since Jill was tall and dark and angular, it was quickly decided that Oscar should pick out a girl who was blonde and well-rounded. There happened to be one girl on the strip who fit that description perfectly.
She didn't seem to care whether she was going home to do it with two people or not. She seemed to be a girl who was completely defeated, completely unpumped.
But when she got back to Oscar's house, her attitude changed. Tears came to her eyes when the door opened. "Jill. I never knew I would see you again as long as....Oh."
Jill wrapped her arms around the beautiful blonde hooker as she wept, "Wendy."
Oscar was stunned by what had just happened. His wife was embracing the blonde prostitute he had brought home for them to share. Jill made him sit down while she spoke to Wendy and found out everything that had happened to the girl in the years intervening since her disappearance.
Jill actually hated telling Wendy about her own life. She felt that she was so lucky compared to the blonde girl. But, Wendy kept on encouraging Jill to tell her more. Tears kept coming to Wendy's eyes as she listened to the wonderful happiness her friend had found.
"And have you heard anything about my family?" Wendy asked.
"Then you didn't know?" Jill paused and glanced quickly at her husband, then back at the blonde hooker. "Your father Was p ut in an institution for the insane. Your mother moved out of town, I think to some relatives in the Midwest. I don't know what happened."
"Good. I don't want to know." As Wendy stared off into space, Jill realized that the blonde girl was under the influence of many different drugs at the same time.
Jill turned to Oscar and whispered that she wanted his wallet. He had heard the entire scene and now handed his wallet willingly to his wife. Jill pulled out sixty dollars. It was a large sum of money for the two of them. She handed the bills to Wendy.
Wendy looked at the money and then at Jill's face. She shook her head and shouted, "No."
"We just want to help you, Wendy. We want to do something for you."
The blonde girl pushed the money away from her. She stood up and ripped one of the twenty dollar bills in three parts. Then she ran toward the door of the house.
"Wendy, no! I can't leave you like this!" Jill shouted, running after her blonde friend, the girl who had met with so much misfortune.
But the blonde girl had disappeared into the darkness of the block. Jill stood out on her law n, peering down the block, trying to see if she could see her former friend. Then she sadly, slowly turned back toward the door of the house. Her head was bowed and she fell directly into the arms of her husband. He held her very tight as she cried.